moon – Page 3 – William Ricci

Poem – Winter Nights #1

The midnight sky black, merged with the horizon fallen to the earth. A moon graces the northern sky,...

If I say I am without boundary, how will you define me? If I say I do not...

Deep into the northern woods, beneath the blue sky, near full moon, and lush pine trees, balance is...

I stand… Atop the snow-covered mountain above the tree line the valley split and pocked by spring fed...

A few photos from a recent trip to Lutsen on Lake Superior. Basked in cold light the shoreline...

Across the snowy field no footprints. Streetlights brighter further the sun sinks. Cold begins to creep in upon...

An evening walk to the shoreline, we carry the Christmas tree to a makeshift fire pit made with...

The last day of August, with another full moon, brings us closer to fall and the myriad of...

3:30am wakeup call It is cold and wet, but not a January cold. Cold from the dark and...