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

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

sunlight descending
inevitable motion
joyful memories

a voice within
cold air remembers
sunlight glows