poetry, prose, and photography
set under the clouds
my city moves through the rain
while fueled by coffee
A rainy day here, just north of Seattle. One that brings me memories of northwestern Oregon. The winter rains in Astoria where my feet were my main mode of transportation. I guess that came from the heavy weight of the rain drops along with their coldness.
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bursts of energy
ultimate blend of flavors
productivity
scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano
Thinking of Beat poets while listening to jazz this hazy, smokey Seattle morning.
Coffee’s gracefulness
Awakening our brain cells
Enabling life
The elixir of life: coffee! Memories of Seattle cafes in the 90s, a broke young man seeking moments of grace. Warmth in the winter rain, another grace. Warm memories of friends and conversation, of connecting with history’s great minds. Coffee consumed, generations apart, cold winter’s rain ensuring the seat, by the window, wondrous.
sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 
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A coffee haiku for your Sunday morning
The grace of mornings
Facilitate my heartbeat
Glorious, warm darkness
May your day be blessed indeed.
Coffee is lovely
It keeps my brain functioning
Keenly important
the day begins
morning’s power embraces
coffee: come fuel me!
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 