
Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city
poetry, prose, and photography

Those evenings at dusk
Fashionable, Seattle style
Nights in my city
So much of life lost
Since we deny so much hope
Leaves starting to fall
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
At first, resistance
Everyone I knew
Adores all those tunes
Which , in my mind
Trite, vacant, and “No”
Glad to say that’s wrong
Gritty dissonance
Akin to Dylan
The honest seeking
Within his lyrics
Brought out the sunlight
In this darkened world
Filled with painful news
Death, destruction and much pain
Manifest sorrow
As a youth
Athletic meant ājockā
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
As I get older
Athletic has new meaning
It applies to me

Compline sung again
Mark another year of life
I am richly blessed