The night’s grace appears
Kindness in the dark’s motion
Streetlights; a beacon
There’s a grace to the night, to the calmness brought, to hidden delights, joys unbounded. To rest delivered, and the salvation of our dreams.
A Haiku In The Night
Tag: haiku
Morning Coffee, A #Haiku
Coffee’s gracefulness
Awakening our brain cells
Enabling life
The elixir of life: coffee! Memories of Seattle cafes in the 90s, a broke young man seeking moments of grace. Warmth in the winter rain, another grace. Warm memories of friends and conversation, of connecting with history’s great minds. Coffee consumed, generations apart, cold winter’s rain ensuring the seat, by the window, wondrous.
Seattle Memories: A Saturday Morning
Dark morning skies
Coffee shops and newspapers
Tranquil memories
Echoes of my history in this morning’s air, remembering my times in Seattle as a young man.
A Few Wordart Haiku
An exploration with wordart from my leftover materials from my primary election guide.
Haiku, August 7, 2020
within the darkness
memories of the daylight
as I seek to rest
This is my first experiment with Adobe Spark. I find Canva a bit more intuitive at first blush. I’ll see where that goes. As I have a Creative Suite subscription, Spark makes significant economic sense.
An evening haiku, August 4, 2020
sunlight climbing down
from the mountains to the west
the bees contented
Morning Haiku, August 3, 2020
wakefulness
reading upon the couch
re-dreaming dreams
Finding it hard to remain awake this morning, awake, asleep, startling awake..the cycle spins, daylight climbs eastern mountains, dawn fades to memory.
Haiku, August 2, 2020
another day past
feeling the grace of sunlight
soon, petals will fall
- I love the flowers i see on my walks. This one out from yesterday. Today I didn’t get out. My right foot ended up with some brutal blisters. Make sure your shoes fit right, and aren’t too worn. They’ll thank you for it.
The Opportunity of Morning Sunlight
morning sunlight
breeze changes direction
opportunity
I see so much opportunity, and how privilege feeds that. How I can pick and choose amongst these choices, while so many others struggle to get by.
How can I leverage privilege and expand opportunity for all?
Is this how I make the world better?
Flowers On My Walk
walking in sunlight
renewed life fueled by its grace
moving through my space
Living in the suburbs north of Seattle, I see many flowers. You probably have no trouble discerning that from my posts. As a young man, I fled these burbs. Life’s sense of humor, though, kicked in hard. I know life just about a hundred feet from the house I grew up in.
The passing time brings perspective. Now I feel a deep love for this place. My connections deep: friendships, history, I can look at a spot and talk about decades of change, and stability. These suburbs resist change well, but not perfectly.
These flowers which bored me as a boy and young man, well, they now bring me happiness. Years of growth, of death, of change, yet the bees still buzz, flowers still bloom, and summer becomes autumn.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 