Waking up early to enjoy the peacefulness of the morning darkness. Able to feel peace within myself at that moment of the day.

Wishing and waiting.

Some real life scenarios are more nightmarish than our imagination can conjure up.

A poem I wrote about snow.

I found you on a silver metal table
When I heard the words that you were dead.

This is a seasonal poem, written about the Columbia gorge in oregon.

Snow, icy cold chilly, getting ready for snow coming.

Winter and the nights so cold!

On days like this, I just want to stay in bed.

I love waking up to a cool autumn morning.