
gossamer tendrils
eight legs and eyes looking out
dew drop jewels capture
poetry, prose, and photography

gossamer tendrils
eight legs and eyes looking out
dew drop jewels capture

in the morning air
mists drifting upon the breeze
clouds dancing past

nearly summer
I don my sweater
raindrops on leaves

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsÂ

rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.
Taking part in the Word of the Day challenge, where today’s word is “Opinion”. It seems fitting as spring flowers are starting to wane to talk about the falling blossoms.
gentle rain passes
starlings sing their opinions
cherry blossoms fall

though the rain has stopped
the ominous clouds stare down
birds oblivious