
this December day
under my feet cold ripples
keep moving forward
Cold, rainy day. Ripples in the puddles. For me, this means home. What about you?
poetry, prose, and photography

always in a rush –
sunlight drifts across the trees
raindrops upon roofs
Wrote this one early this morning as part of Baffled’s Haiku Challenge (on Twitter). I appreciate his daily challenges, forcing me to stretch my mind. Also, these haiku are a great way to keep my Adobe skills sharp. I create most of my posts right now with Adobe Spark.
Today’s desire: capture the feeling of a cold, dark, winter’s morning in Seattle. Today was dreary and damp, hence the focus. I opted for the Playfair font. A unique font, with understated serifs.

feet upon pavement
headlights move through the darkness
facelessly pass by
Walking last night, stepping over and around puddles, remembering so many other nights. An element of this Seattle life.

looking up at dusk
the stars starting to appear
the fog of my breath

walking through the mist
rain-soaked clothes cooling my skin
memories of sun

Father and child
Gazing upon Christmas lights
Embracing wonder

stars to the left
and to the right forever
still brings me wonder
dawn’s promise rises
I listen intently
as the crows argue

clear autumnal morn
bare branches in the still air
refreshed by silence