Memories of a fading Seattle

Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness

Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.

Alive at Night

Moments of beauty
Senses alive with delight Embracing darkness


Embrace the darkness, but don’t let it consume you. Find the firey warmth of your heart.

The Quiet Of Night

In the night’s quiet
Human activity done
Except this poem


Good night my friends! May it be a great rest. Please give the post a like and share on your favorite social media channel.

When Night Falls

I love when night falls
As the air cools and light wanes
And peacefulness descends