Winter Hangs On First Blossom watching the parade go by woodpile gargoyle blue trails sundayz iz fer restin some apples don't fall far from the tree... like a dream... can you see me? ribbed skies gold and pine they call me chicken... In the Pit happiness is... tough nut to crack a yucky commute! all the ducts... through the window breaking the grey coated blueberry bushes hello, friend ...almost got it... sun through the clouds ~takes the gloom away~ what the ice can do *sigh* What time is it? on a new trail return of the living dead...stump? patience woah... colorless sunset Abbey Road, Avian style sunlight makes silver living wallpaper bookends maybe it was just a dream... on watch the herd II wary Bizzy on the stairs close to heaven early morning moonscape