jet growls overheard
with rain falling gracefully
awaiting the dawn
Sitting here, finishing a poem, while preparing for my day.
poetry, prose, and photography

dawn’s approach
dancing through the clouds
birds boldly calling

gazing skyward
dawn’s light through the clouds
new beginnings

my house quiet
every one else sleeping
while the killdeer chant

at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens

Light across the sky
Beauty of Seattle’s sky
Patience of flowers