
The still tree’s branches
Memories of autumns past
A street light’s halo
poetry, prose, and photography

The still tree’s branches
Memories of autumns past
A street light’s halo

Walking past this church
Light searing into the sky
Quiet song of nights

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
Autumn’s gentle days
As the year creeps towards it’s end
The sunlight’s lower

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving

Looking to the sky
As I’ve returned, again, home
Calmness with the dark
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 

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Our lives are motion
There is beauty in action
The drumming rainfall
Wishing you a restful night.

I love the quiet
As I’m walking in the night
Alone with my mind
I love my evening walks. I get to clear my mind, as well as a liile exercise.

Nearly mid-autumn
Flowers keeping up the fight
Summer’s grip remains