poetry, prose, and photography
gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children
Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.
The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk
attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing
The sun’s above clouds
Droplets’ vigorous descent
Crows raucously call
rain upon my roof
gentlest of rattles
pre-dawn darkness
farmers market stalls
a winter’s day free from rain
clouds across the sky
With the snow fading
Moon hidden by trees
Life’s tenacity
Remnants of the snow
Outside this early morning
More of the grass seen
The past few weeks have had me dealing with a brutal cold, which progressed into a sinus infection So I didn’t get much in the way of photos during Seattle’s snow storm, and I love photos of the snow. But I got thisne, which is something.
Blanket to my chin
Arms tucked underneath
I resist motion
Thinking of the fresh snow
This early morning
Branches burdened with coldness
Hints of the day’s light
