Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
poetry, prose, and photography

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.

Rivers of gold light
Flowing across this city
Blessings of darkness

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.

As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber

Sunday night closes
The week’s power approaches
My house now silent