The Great Blue Heron

This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh

Seattle’s Rain Arrived

Raindrops tap windows

Gusts rattling the dried leaves

Autumnal cold rain 


The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves. 

Wednesday, traveling at high speed: A Haiku

Wednesday had gone past

So very much has been done

Longing for the trees