poetry, prose, and photography
another morning
rain gently tapping windows
abandoned cobwebs
Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
the rain clouds lighten
greedy puddles expanded
wintertime arrives
The first day of winter arrives, dawn finally brightens Seattle’s clouds. Today follows a day of record rain and related aggregations.
With the passing of the solstice, I await the longer days and the promise of spring.
I love this old house
The echoes of elegance
Rang into the night
This house had been part of my life for years. Recently, it’s owners have worked hard to recapture its glory. They’ve done a nice job, in my opinion.
Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky
Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms
My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand
I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees
I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.
Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness
This morning’s calmness
My soul echoes in raindrops
In the puddle, sky
Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery
Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch
I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic.
As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 