April and the Birds

Bird calls mean the return of spring…

A bit of the tropics in February– Barbados

The perfect getaway in winter…

Early Spring

The sounds and movements of early spring…

Mt. Lebanon Cemetery

A frigid January afternoon in the Mt. Lebanon Cemetery

Dim Light

The hazy glow of pink on the horizon, the dim light streaks through the evening-tinted windows. The cold, white snow reflects the gaze of the rising, old, moon. Warmth, from the fire, cannot touch my pallid skin. I will wait. Eternity is not long at all.

Snow (V)

Author’s note: I know, I write a lot about snow! I don’t know what it is about seeing the snowflakes blow in the winter air that just makes me get all poetic. It just seems so natural, something that nature has done forever, and I’m kind of in awe of it. Same re: rain! Snow […]

End of the old year

Or is it auld year? As 2018 draws to a close, I’ve found myself with some extra time, the one thing that I could not find enough of just a month ago. I want to find the time to write more, but first some means of employment must make itself known. (I know this is […]

Winter Solstice

The shortness of the day The bleak midwinter gray Glints of light fall from the tip of the icicle To the hard earth pooling and collecting, they lay.

Beginnings

With every ending, there’s a new beginning…

New Eyes

Bell liked trees. She liked how they breathed. They didn’t have lungs like her, or eyes for that matter. But she knew; they saw everything. Trees have different eyes, eyes that you can feel. You can hear them too. When leaves rustle or branches groan. The trees are seeing. They saw her running first, and […]