Musings

late summer morning / floating seagulls trace the arc / of the sun and time

Bitter coffee / I swallow the aroma / of a memory revived

thunder I trace the crack in my coffee mug

winter's kimono the hem, a snow gale, brushing over frozen fields

late night snowfall / my old, black dog runs / through my dreams

handwritten letters / the space between us has birthed / generations now