These ghosts of summer
Gently fading into time
This cool morning air
poetry, prose, and photography

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves

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

The still tree’s branches
Memories of autumns past
A street light’s halo
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 

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Walking in this park
Amidst these blooms of heather
Preparing for rain