
sometimes winter rays on the water reflect
all of what we cannot say

sometimes winter rays on the water reflect
all of what we cannot say

it is the small, unexpected and seemingly trivial enchantments that bring a bit of crimson sparkle to life

let your dreams fly free,
like wild birds,
soaring into the air
and across green horizons

let your warmth
drift slowly across my
doorstep and straight into
my brittle heart

a quick collection of photos that i’ve taken recently completely by mistake–there is beauty, even in errors



to me, the seagulls are always connected with the river in winter–
resting on the frigid wind currents–
crying out in the deep allegheny valley
that carries their haunting echoes upriver


there you were–
a beautiful red hawk
scanning the horizon,
registering our presence with
a cold, hard stare

a new year
with new paths–
filled with bracing snow,
soft blankets and days of laughter, good friends and good coffee

Thank you for reading my thoughts here on spanishwoods. I appreciate your words of encouragement more than you can ever know!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone.

the dust motes in the afternoon light
a highlighted sentence in a tattered book
the lost button in a warm coat pocket
a reflection cast from cut crystal
the dangling string on a colorful kite