spills like tidewaterover rockweedand black stoneetching absenceinto their edges. it salts the skin,wears through bone,ferries memories ashoreto settle in dune grass,half-buried,stirred by wind,vanishing. not lost,but scattered.

Frost arrives without apology.The pine stands as sentinel.No bloom,no color left to lose.It asks for nothing,draws no gaze. Snow gathers where it pleases,a white cloaklaid across the sleepy earth. Branches arch;a quiet bridge between seasons,outstretched fingersbearing winter’s weight. Sparrows live through cold still,each a small note held in the hush.No pleading,no display. Even dusk passes... Continue Reading →