John Wyatt Greenlee Posts

Say the words out loud…

Sometimes it is the small moments…

You must take him…

There is still old snow

The shock of cold air…

Remember to breathe

You have stood before me…

Slow travel. Turning each pedal…

Tonight, the setting sun…

We make a virtue…

Cleaning out the lint trap…

The other night, as I lay sleeping,…

I wear a mark of memory…

I woke up from a January dream…

In the winter of the world…

When I meet someone…

Love is patient…

We are held together by memory…

We feel that the heavens move…

There are place where…

She passes, always, east to west…

We exist…

Look down, friend…

A meadowlark sings…

Sometimes, in the life of a bird…