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A light mist outside
Delightfully warm within
My grandfather’s voice
My grandparents started coming to Edmonds’ Pancake Haus when it opened, and remained faithful customers til the end. My wife and I go somewhat regularly, enough that the staff recognize our son and ask about him. This connection brings me joy.
Do have any place with similar connections?
​jet growls overheard
with rain falling gracefully
awaiting the dawn
Sitting here, finishing a poem, while preparing for my day.
dawn’s approach
dancing through the clouds
birds boldly calling
gazing skyward
dawn’s light through the clouds
new beginnings
my house quietÂ
every one else sleepingÂ
while the killdeer chant
at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.
another morning
rain gently tapping windows
abandoned cobwebs
Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
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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Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 