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The Great Blue Heron

This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh

Seattle’s Rain Arrived

Raindrops tap windows

Gusts rattling the dried leaves

Autumnal cold rain 


The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves. 

A Morning Meditation

Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together

And rise