The morning quiet
I am awaiting the dawn
Brisk autumnal air
Here in Seattle autumn’s fully present. Leaves blow around. Rake’s efforts needed. The time for sweaters, jackets and scarves arrived. A happy time for me.
poetry, prose, and photography

Photo by Timothy Eberly on Unsplash
Autumn’s gentle days
As the year creeps towards it’s end
The sunlight’s lower

Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving

Looking to the sky
As I’ve returned, again, home
Calmness with the dark
On Port Townsend’s streets
Walking on the waterfront
Coffee in the rain 

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Our lives are motion
There is beauty in action
The drumming rainfall
Wishing you a restful night.

I love the quiet
As I’m walking in the night
Alone with my mind
I love my evening walks. I get to clear my mind, as well as a liile exercise.

Nearly mid-autumn
Flowers keeping up the fight
Summer’s grip remains

Speed is subjective
A blistering pace to you
Is not for others
I found this snail on the side of the road. This photo delighted me deeply.

I am in motion
Walking under the night’s sky
The moon escorts me