The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind
Category: Seattle
A Seattle Morning Haiku
Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness
A Rainy Evening Haiku
Moonlight hides from me
Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
Tonight’s Hidden Moonlight
The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep
And now, and good night to you all.
Sunlight Ascending
As sunlight climbs through the trees
Silently caressing my home
Shadows upon my window’s shades
Transform like living Rorschachs
Into distinct leaves, memories
Of the moment that’s fading
Memories of a fading Seattle
Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness
Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.
Beth Caldwell’s impact on metastatic breast cancer
Not a work of poetry, but poetic in it’s raw power. It also features evocative language.
“The only thing that brings me any sense of meaning these days is to think of these fallen trees as nurse logs. Their memories, their lives, their children, their passions, their faces, their senses of humor, their wisdom, their spirits, their beautiful beautiful beautiful spirits are nurturing us, feeding us, giving us strength to go on, to demand change, to bring research to our friends, to fight against death death death so much death. Their falling leaves a hole in the forest canopy, but their souls are bringing new life to our movement and nutrients to keep us growing.
“And someday this forest will cover the world.”
As someone who lost my mother to breast-cancer far too young (pretty much the same age as Beth), this piece hits me hard. Tears, memories, so very much brought up. And, you may find it strange to share this Christmastime, but I always remember that first Christmas after my mom died. Really, though, I see this as a powerful way to honor her.
Blessing to each of you this Christmas. Love well, love strong, love.
A snow calmed Christmas morn
I’m awake early
On this dark Christmas morning
The night calmed by snow
I hope each of you has a blessed and refreshing Christmas.
A #Haiku from the Space Needle
Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness
Horrible News
Early in the day
Witnessing such suffering
A surreal day
The Amtrak derailment about 60 miles south of me dominated the news, and my awareness yesterday.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 