
swollen with rainfall
the creek rising from its bed
ready to rumble

swollen with rainfall
the creek rising from its bed
ready to rumble

the rain stopped falling
then a flurry of white fluff
something’s unsettling

a glow at the door
opening to a new day
the peace of soft rain

a song from the past
long unfired neural pathways
faces without names

not too often seen
a duck wading on this street
testing the water