The night is waning
Light slowly filters through clouds
Steel now starts flowing
Happy Thursday everyone! Or, shall I say, Friday-eve.
Thinking about flinging myself into the jaws of grinding steel and plastic that’s Seattle during rush hour.
poetry, prose, and photography
Magic for my soul
Rain falling on my window
Autumn’s drifting way

A walk through the dark
Moving over the boardwalk
The quiet’s beauty
I enjoyed editing this one. The texture is wonderful, at least to me.

Though the air has cooled
These flowers resist autumn
Sunlight’s grasp waning
I took this photo in Edmonds, a small town north of Seattle. I’ve lived most of my life in its orbit. My heart has a dear place for this place.

With summer’s end here
And the rain’s song calming me
I now seen brown leaves
The past few days have truly felt like autumn. Rainfall, in particular, reinforces that for me. I hold many cold and soggy memories, for that is the lot of Seattle folk.

Walking this late morn
Past the flowers and produce
Summers end draws near

Yet another day
Where I’m walking on these streets
This suburban life

As autumn flows in
Rain and lightening descending
I’ll remain indoors
My mind is busy
Within this predawn darkness
The birds are silent