Seattle’s nightfall
Raindrops fall upon the roof
With gentle calmness
Tag: Seattle
A Haiku About Memories
Memories motion
Drifting about my psyche
Within the rain and fog
Lessons I Learned About Deserts This Winter
Seattle’s winter taught me something new: deserts hate me. In the deepest cold of February, as the upper left coast shivered in a frigid, deeply embrace, my skin burned. Cracking, peeling, bleeding, the lack of moisture in the air brutalized me. Far more painful that I remember.
Over the years I dreamt of journeys through the Southwest. Wandering the desert canyons, a soundtrack featuring R. Carlos Nakai, perhaps tied to a writer’s retreat, I explore the zen within the arid land. Tranquility filling my soul.
Now I fear my skin crumbling off my bones. Needing to bathe in moisturizer. Not the most pleasant imagery.
Perhaps my mind exaggerates. It often plays such tricks on me. The dream still lingers. No harm, I guess, in holding that. Maybe the tranquility compensates for the damaged skin.
Such randomness within in my mind.
Unfamiliar with R. Carlos Nakai’s music? His native flute music carries me deep within, speaking to my depths.
Cherry Blossoms at UW
These cherry blossoms
Thousands of people descend
Seattle’s springtime
Walking Amongst The Trees: A Haiku
A foggy morning
As I walk amongst the trees
And clearing my mind
The Pursuit of Excellence: a #Haiku
This rainy darkness
The sun has not yet risen
Pursue excellence
There’s so much to accomplish early in the day. Before others are awake and the manic vigor rages forth. I love this time of day, when potential feels unlimited. When I’m bounded solely by my ambition.
What’s your favorite time of day?
Seattle’s Alaskan Way Viaduct: A Haiku
​Concrete broken to dust
A megalith vanishing
History fading
Amidst The Sun And Snow
Under the cold sun
The welcomed sunlight warms me
Amidst bitter cold
Icicles
As they reach downwards
Gravity’s and cold’s teamwork
Strange tranquility
Seattle Snow: A Haiku
More snow has fallen
The ground covered with stillness
Echoes of my past
We had another snowfall yesterday. I love the snow covered earth. A sense of peacefulness fills me. I remember the many snowy days from my youth. Joyous moments; sadness at the losses that brought me here.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 