
under autumn rain with cool air calming my soul an autumn rose grows
poetry, prose, and photography

caught in a rain squall
wet clothes press upon my skin
still I look closely

within the sunlight
drifting through the mists and firs
life under the trees

flowers in autumn
within the flowing mists
such tenacity
wind blows through these trees
memories awakening
tranquility’s song
suburban wanders
as fresh cut grass’ scent dances
memories awake
Today’s Word of the Day Challenge features “fresh”. As it’s spring here in the suburbs of Seattle, and I’m listening to a mower’s drone, this flowed from my keyboard.