
dawn moves through the clouds
hope ripples through the puddles
tea’s steam awakens
A Seattle autumn morning, rainy and cool. Strange senses of home.
poetry, prose, and photography

dawn moves through the clouds
hope ripples through the puddles
tea’s steam awakens
A Seattle autumn morning, rainy and cool. Strange senses of home.

through the evening rain
beyond the coming darkness
sun in the future

only in the night
within it’s gift of darkness
can we see starlight

disliking horror
I find comfort in children’s
explorations of self

afternoon motion
underneath the hazy sky
magestic fungus
Saw this gem on my afternoon walk. I’m fond of toadstools.

I embrace the night
rain flows from forgotten roofs
safe inside my coat
Another experiment with Adobe Spark.

daylight fading
street lamps blink on
birds now silent
I delight in the night. Flickering streetlights are their own poems, no?

dawn’s quiet ascent
gracefully over mountains
autumn morning chill

this fading sunlight
breeze stirring the fallen leaves
memories drift past