The vulnerable see-through state of winter
too bright in the light too cold
in the dark exposed in the elements of fury
and brisk uncomfortable cold rarely enough layers
so we hurry from the crisp air (more…)

The vulnerable see-through state of winter
too bright in the light too cold
in the dark exposed in the elements of fury
and brisk uncomfortable cold rarely enough layers
so we hurry from the crisp air (more…)
The final hour before winter is
official a golden blanket of warmth
tucking in the shadows the wilds still churn
a harmonizing rhythm where the earth and ocean wildly embrace
one another where mist jumps a hundred feet in the air
waves crash again and again (more…)
cheerful
breeze biting
my cheeks birds calling
only from the trees the ground
stiff the sky adrift (more…)