cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens
poetry, prose, and photography
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

southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance

gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children
Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.

darkness
street lights glimmer
memories whisper