What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn
poetry, prose, and photography
What’s my path forward?
Unpredictable, of course
My inner voice knows
The right way.
Now, to silence the noise
And listen to the birds
At dawn

Sunlight on my skin
Fading into memory
Darkness approaches
At certain moments
I understand Pandora
And her empty box

Today’s garden walk
With children’s delightful fun
The blessings of spring
There’s so much beauty

Glorious springtime
With these petals bursting forth
Before the rains come
Ugliness rises
And I must choose rage or peace
I seek out beauty

Walking down this trail
Raindrops passing through the trees
Seattle’s springtime