day 3417

March 1, 2017
day 3417
for a few nights now,
falling asleep to the sound
of the falling rain

day 3282/day 3283

November 6, 2015
day 3282
you know the wind’s there,
not because you can see it;
you see its effect
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day 3283
sometimes, I wonder
what I’m missing, and was I
always missing it?

day 3275

October 19, 2015

day 3275
in the headlights’ beams,
withered leaves skittered on by,
blown by morning winds


day 3268

September 8, 2015

day 3268
I stood still, straining,
then I could hear it – the rain –
falling through the trees


day 3182

December 31, 2014
day 3182
she walked through the door,
and the outside air crept in –
giving me a chill

day 3164

November 11, 2014
day 3164
in the bus’ wake,
ripples on a dark puddle,
and inspiration

day 3160

October 31, 2014

day 3160
the wind shook the car;
leaves cart-wheeling ‘cross the street;
funereal clouds