
en la niebla, te siento
(in the fog, i feel you)

en la niebla, te siento
(in the fog, i feel you)

it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence

white satin moths fly through early morning fog
as i sit on the side porch in the hushed silence,
with my coffee and thoreau


nature is art

everything awakens

as the sun goes down,
ghosts gather

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

carrying the rain, between the fog


against a winter sky

hiding in the snow