
pattering outside
gutters groan quite loudly
blessing my rain gear
Well, quite the rain to wake up to. Not monsoon like, but still rather heavy.
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poetry, prose, and photography

The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk

The sun’s above clouds
Droplets’ vigorous descent
Crows raucously call

I stand under stars
Heavenly motion births change
Memories of love
rain upon my roof
gentlest of rattles
pre-dawn darkness

Remnants of the snow
Outside this early morning
More of the grass seen
The past few weeks have had me dealing with a brutal cold, which progressed into a sinus infection So I didn’t get much in the way of photos during Seattle’s snow storm, and I love photos of the snow. But I got thisne, which is something.

This early morning
Branches burdened with coldness
Hints of the day’s light

morning silence
tranquility sings
exhaling clouds