The Journey

at night the fog, mostly unnoticed in the early rain falling, the streetlight at the intersection and two headlights from a slow-moving...

staring, staring, staring- unafraid, as if the robin knows there's glass separating them from me. and still, they stare- as a tortoise...

as an Owl "Huh Whoo, Huh Whoo," lost in the foggy air, I begin shaking- breathing in, out- hoping to calm down, anticipating what lies...

the morning rises high with crimson flames engulfing everything above, setting the sky alight in auras of color. a sense of heavy awe...

Sixteen crows perched among the naked branches as the sky turns dark- the light as fleeting as their presence, all gone before a minute...

when did last I see a Bald Eagle fly? not for many years, on a cold weekend morn- camera in hand, cold, dry sandwiches packed in the car-...

a lone dove on frosted grass. a single mourner of winter's passing. ready for spring's bounty brought by the thawing sun. Written on 2/25/24

How did I get here among these Purple Hyacinths, wrapped around each cursive letter... though they weren't there before? Since when did...

oh little aisling, oh another man's come to call bearing shackles for your fall oh little aisling, oh once stood a Woman standing tall...