pulling cars across
metal track

to the top
of the mountain

the skyline
like a picture
postcard
at sunset

a symphony
at full tilt

a mass of steel
and glass
thousands
of lighted squares
and twinkling
red lights

reminds you
that this city
in its ebb and flow
was here before you arrived

and will remain long
after you are gone

(D James)

bare trees
drag shadows
across gray
roof-tops

sunlight glints
off passing cars

the day goes on
with or without us

(D James)

kicking
to catch it
with the side
of my shoe

spinning
it skitters
into the light

much like my thoughts
on this deathly cold day

(D. James)

all those thoughts
of what I should
be doing
what I did
wrong

asking why

the grace and ease
so longed for
seeming far off
impossible

hoping
for change
and then
don’t want
the kind that arrives

realizing
finally
it is not an answer
I seek
but a way to live

to think thoughts
and take action
generate some
confidence

take some
responsibility
for my life

because if I don’t
who the hell will

(D. James)

cloud wisps
catch pink
as the sun hits
the horizon

the azure sky
goes darker
by degrees

evening comes
stealth and still
like a beautiful lover
passionate, intense

another night
lies ahead
awaiting the dawn

(D. James)

comes with
the morning
light

chirps
then flits
away

sign of
a good
day

(D. James)

reflecting
off the tabletops

creating an illusion
the gentlest
of winter afternoons

the violent dying light
pierces your eye
as a reminder
of summer

yet no matter
how hard you stare
you cannot make
the season change
nor the sun
shine less

(D. James)

Filtered through haze
softer
than the light
at noon

Similar to the dawn
but more powerful
for its proximity
and promise
of nightfall

Feel the final hour
of the day
and hope
for many more

(D. James)

How deep is it,
how wide?

And why is there no light down here?

(D. James)