
my house quiet
every one else sleeping
while the killdeer chant
poetry, prose, and photography

my house quiet
every one else sleeping
while the killdeer chant

at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens

longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.

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