This strange thing, Thursday
Near the end of the workweek
But without respite
poetry, prose, and photography

Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle

One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter

Filled with potential
Vibrant, manic energy
Another Monday
I hope your Monday launches you into an amazing week.
Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve

Ancient words now sung
Prayers chanted, incense rising
Candlelit stone walls
So many memories within cathedral walls. Chanted prayer always makes my heart soar. Gently, though, like a bird on the wing. Not garish as a jet.
​A cold, dark morning
Covers provide resistance
Though I must rise now