
Seattle’s rain falls
grey skies with shades of rich blue
perhaps we’ll see snow
poetry, prose, and photography

Seattle’s rain falls
grey skies with shades of rich blue
perhaps we’ll see snow

ghosts of flowers
memories of summertime
echoes of love songs


this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

moonlight through the clouds
the wind’s grace bringing it forth
dreams await me soon