January 27, 2016

26

I journey
to day’s end
where high in the trees
wind whispers
winter
and cold
where sun
is not defeated
retreating
but journeying on to
someone
else’s 
day

Yesterday's Image

March 27, 2014, day 75

Droplets hang on branches

like clear glass beads

as rain transforms

to handfuls

of wet snowy feathers.