
I’m facing westwards
And mountains cover the sun
A sweet summer night
This one was fun to make. It makes me quite happy.
poetry, prose, and photography

I’m facing westwards
And mountains cover the sun
A sweet summer night
This one was fun to make. It makes me quite happy.

The tulip’s fire
Graceful beauty bursting forth
Spring time’s sun warmer

Sunlight on my skin
Fading into memory
Darkness approaches

As I look westward
Dusk falling over water
Spring’s presence is clear

Walking at sunset
Looking westward from the shore
Loving this nightfall

Walking near the shore
Sunlight gracefully setting
My mind is swirling
It’s been a rough couple of days. A few moments of peace were very welcome. Walking and writing poetry connect me to the greater grace of the universe. And I’m grateful.
I’m grateful for you, too, dear readers. The likes and comments make me feel like I add value to your lives with my shaped words. So, thank you for reading, liking and commenting! It lightens the heavier loads in my life.

Walking in the night
Enjoying this graceful scene
Of the moon’s ascent
One of my favorite places is the waterfront in Edmonds, about 30 miles north of Seattle. I adore walking along the shore. Even tonight in the cold, though there were moments of striking clarity.
I love this old house
The echoes of elegance
Rang into the night

This house had been part of my life for years. Recently, it’s owners have worked hard to recapture its glory. They’ve done a nice job, in my opinion.

Along the shoreline
I feel sunlight upon my skin
A warm winter’s day

Walking in the sun
Before winter’s rage arrives
A tranquil respite