I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
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I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
Darkness settled well
All my neighbors are silent
Not many leaves fell

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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Release expectations
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.

This little market
Speaking to me of summer
Gentle memories
The day’s busyness
Finally able to sit
Now, to find quiet
Rain is now falling
Seattle reminding me
Of where I live
Into the expanse
Blue water, sky and mountains
Converge in sunlight
Reflect on myself
Walking upon these same streets
Changed and new blended.