
As the evening comes
And the sky darkens slowly
The air feels autumnal
I hope your evening was delightful.
poetry, prose, and photography

As the evening comes
And the sky darkens slowly
The air feels autumnal
I hope your evening was delightful.

Keys pressed in the night
Joyful sounds enchanting me
As a cold wind moves

Still upon the tree
A feast for the passing birds
Nearing autumn’s end
I found the apples on these neglected trees to be haunting, ghost like. Sustaining the birds as the weather turns cruel.

In this night’s quiet
Siren’s call carries quite far
Winter’s night prayer
Sound carries far on the cold, late autumn night.

While I look skyward
Moments of clarity shine
This cold autumn sky

The grace of sunlight
Pushing through the autumn chill
Raising my spirits
These rare moments of sunlight piercing through Seattle’s autumnal gloom, granting me strength for those long, dark days coming.

Focusing forwards
Sunlight grabs my attention
And I see fall’s leaves
It’s so easy to get lost in my thoughts. A little flare of sunlight caught my gaze, broke the focus, and I was able to see autumn’s glory right next to me.
Thanksgiving is past
Yet my gratitude runs strong
So much awesomeness

Leaves upon the ground
Echos of summer fading
Memories remain