Where wind and wave collide

With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm

I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.

To live where my grandparents lived

I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees

I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid. 

Birds Awakened 

This morning’s still dark
Abrupt noise into silence
Birds have awakened

This morning’s first birdsong came while I was dosing. Jarring enough to yank my attention. Does the first bird to speak get the early worm? Ot, perhaps, he gets the girl? 

Sun Stretched Upon The Cold Wind

The sun stretches me
Solar motion elongates
Sun in brutal cold


Walking along the Edmonds Waterfront. With the strong wind from the north, the air was brisk, cold. Bright and sunny later in the day, which made our mid-afternoon walk much more pleasant.

Tonight, As Sleep Approaches

Sleep approaches me
The darkness cocooning me
Rain gently falling

A busy day concluded. Time with dear friends exploring one of Seattle’s great landmarks. Now, though, it’s time to sleep. 

I hope your day was rewarding, that it was all you’d hoped it would be. 

Good night, dear ones, good night!