Whispering Wind
On my early morning walks, I often search for the red-tailed hawk perched in the topmost branch of a cottonwood. From this vantage point, she
Whispering Wind
On my early morning walks, I often search for the red-tailed hawk perched in the topmost branch of a cottonwood. From this vantage point, she
spring equinox
a crack splits
the frozen river
Getaways
Pushing the mop in a figure-eight, a custodian washes the floor. Waves build, crash against the front of his bucket as he rolls it on quiet castors across the
Learning English
passing clouds
the changing colours
of bougainvillea
Opening grandmother’s handmade notebook at C, I find a carob pod and recall her story
city loneliness
a sparrow drops
into its shadow