
Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves
poetry, prose, and photography

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves


Light across the sky
Beauty of Seattle’s sky
Patience of flowers

the motion of night
street lights hidden by the fog
birds are now asleep

the soul of a tree
life with bark skin forgotten
ghostly echoing

southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance

gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children
Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.

darkness
street lights glimmer
memories whisper

The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk