white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau
an early morning
Tag Archives: trees
Art
nature is art
Awakening
everything awakens
Ghosts
as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather
Spin
i watch the sun go down–
my breath hot on the wind
i watch the hawk ride the currents
and feel the earth slightly spin
Branches: 3 and 4 of 4
carrying the rain, between the fog
Branches: 2 of 4
against a winter sky
