Streetlight flickers on, then off
A few dried leaves fall
poetry, prose, and photography

Laying bare our fears
Feel the sunlight on our souls
Swaying sunflowers

Through the intense sun
And air choked with smoke moving
The bees keep working
The air in the greater Seattle has been filled with the smoke of many fires. Carried by the wind miles, a gift to be choked, I guess. The bees seem unperturbed.

on this evening walk
with my mind feeding my soul
in this cool night air