History in bricks
Such elegant stateliness
An autumn sunset
Tag: Seattle
Thankfulness Journal: The Beauty Of My Home
So much beauty here
When sun shines, it’s glorious
I also love rain
Exploring Downtown Seattle
My home was once there
The outward shape is still there
And yet, it’s transformed
Walking these old streets
Visions of dirty concrete
Echoes of our past
Grime and poverty
Once marked these streets with their truth
Now airbrushed away
Walking with dear friends
Explorations of this past
Amongst my future
This Morning’s Rain: A Haiku
Early morning rain
Disrupting outdoor planning
Well, we’re flexible
Awoke to the steady patter of a Seattle rain. For me, there’s something very calming about it. I guess it’s part of Seattle being home. There must be moss in my soul.
This grey morning light
This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.
Seattle’s Smokestorm: A Haiku
This summer’s fires
I’ve grown weary of the bad air
Longing for autumn
It’s been a challenging summer for us Seattleites. Especially though with any kind of respiratory issues. Really looking forward to the relief autumn is promising.
A Friday morning haiku
Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
Seattle’s Smoke: A Haiku
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants
Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke
Early morning light
Filtered by smoke
Rising from California
Demanding access
To my lungs
Though I resist
My coughing
And sneezing
State clearly
I have lost
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