shadow, light and springtime

the pink blossoms have a cold-ice quality in the shadows where sunlight does not penetrate a damp darkness prevails among the small forest of pencil-thin branches striving upwards where the sun strikes there is candy-warmth and delicate shades of springtime looking into the sun from beneath a canopy of overhanging branches that hum of bees … Continue reading shadow, light and springtime


A Poem a Day in October 2016: #4 here the voice that’s in my head is the sound of the creek swollen to white water pushing pushing rushing rushing a rumbling roar but here the flash that struck my eye is the shine of the sun sliding down the rock face as water on granite and … Continue reading here