by David Chorlton / January 1st, 2017 A man lay softly downto sleep in his ragson freshly mown grassbehind a Mercedesparked at the curb. A festivetime and the leavesare still fallingin our city with seasonsall its own. It’s a dayfor walking slowly, watchingtree by treefor a kinglet or lookingaround for the Cooper’s hawkwho perched a … Continue reading A Winter’s Day in Phoenix