
in the morning air
mists drifting upon the breeze
clouds dancing past
poetry, prose, and photography

in the morning air
mists drifting upon the breeze
clouds dancing past

nearly summer
I don my sweater
raindrops on leaves

empty, hollow words
unable to find healing
trust that’s been trampled

human reflexes
to inflict pain upon those
we believe hurt us
A cycle of destruction that threatens to consume us all.

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsÂ

rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.

blossoms falling
bees move to the next bloom
my feet on concrete

blossom petals fall
with their vibrant, violet hues
hinting at summer
Against all odds, I hold onto hope. Hard in this mad , rage-filled world.

the sun through the trees
lovely warmth upon my skin
while junkos fly past
My evening walks have been a key element of my sanity during these trying times. The weather’s been lovely, so this walk has been truly wonderful.