This summer morning haiku

This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart

Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul. 

A Flower After The Rain

As the rain had passed

This flower’s glory shines forth

And then the light shifts

Thinking about evenings, flowers, and just being done

The day’s heat fading
Sun obscured by these fir trees
Tasks finally done

This evening is done. Didn’t get everything done I wanted to, but I never do. Such is the way of things for me I guess.

A Seattle Saturday Morning 

The rain returned

A counterpoint provided 

Against sunny warmth 

Keeping us humble 

And the moss healthy 

Tonight: A Haiku

Sitting in the dark

Reflecting upon this day

Springtime and pollen

Sunset at Meadowdale park
Sunset at Meadowdale park

To live where my grandparents lived

I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees

I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid.