underneath the trees listening to the birdsong as the sun descends
sitting with my tea
where I am quite dry and warm
amidst the rainfall
Seattle, famous for its rain. For some, the accompanying gloom saddens. For me, though, I feel tranquility. These rain soaked firs are home.
sunlight through clouds and leaves the song of spring
a day of sunlight new life gracefully drooping hints of spring's return
dancing in the grass juncos feeding in the rain what do they ponder?
though the air's still cold the days are growing longer hints of spring arise
dark clouds to the west despite the ominous signs continue moving