
Walking this evening
Darkness surrounding my steps
Cool air burns my face
poetry, prose, and photography

Walking this evening
Darkness surrounding my steps
Cool air burns my face

Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery

Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle

One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.