
brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here
Biz Admin Who Loves Technology

brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice

a view to the west
looking over the water
calmness of sunlight

sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee

embraced by the night
walking, the air freeing me
birds high overhead



along these old streets
with memories of my youth
restless trees staring

moving through the cold
winter’s approaching quickly
still hints of summer