DAILY PHOTO: Winter on the Bayou Posted on December 29, 2025 by B Gourley Reply Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Winter River [Haiku] Posted on December 15, 2025 by B Gourley Reply between snowy banks, a silvery river slips through cold mountains. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Candles [Free Verse] Posted on December 10, 2025 by B Gourley 4 Ancient cathedral: pews & altar long gone. Cold air creeps through cracks to flicker candles, Candles lit for those long dead — though long remembered — on a cold, winter day. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Garden Lanterns [Haiku] Posted on December 8, 2025 by B Gourley Reply legs in leaf litter, garden lanterns catch light that pierces bare woods. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Winter Woods [Haiku] Posted on December 7, 2025 by B Gourley 1 bare branches, in the Winter forest, look frost-covered. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Rain Splotch[Haiku] Posted on December 3, 2025 by B Gourley Reply chilly winter day, prismatic splotch in sky— no bow, no ring. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
Long Shadow [Haiku] Posted on December 2, 2025 by B Gourley Reply Winter sun casts long shadows through dead grass. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
The Fray [Lyric Poem] Posted on November 21, 2025 by B Gourley Reply Rainy December day blows in - not long to stay. From season to season, without any reason, sometimes we feel the fray. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
White on White [Haiku] Posted on August 12, 2025 by B Gourley 1 angular granite: softened by snowfall, erased by cloud. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...
“The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens [w/ Audio] Posted on May 29, 2025 by B Gourley Reply One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitterOf the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves,Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare placeFor the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading...