
under the starlight
a momentary pause
the city grinds on
Nights in the city have a magic to them, don’t they?
poetry, prose, and photography

under the starlight
a momentary pause
the city grinds on
Nights in the city have a magic to them, don’t they?

a pause in the rain
signs of winter around me
motion of my feet

under damp branches
swaying underneath the breeze
stump returns to earth

morning darkness
unwanted wakefulness;
listening to the rain
raindrops sing
a melancholy tune
my tea cup cools

always in a rush –
sunlight drifts across the trees
raindrops upon roofs
Wrote this one early this morning as part of Baffled’s Haiku Challenge (on Twitter). I appreciate his daily challenges, forcing me to stretch my mind. Also, these haiku are a great way to keep my Adobe skills sharp. I create most of my posts right now with Adobe Spark.
Today’s desire: capture the feeling of a cold, dark, winter’s morning in Seattle. Today was dreary and damp, hence the focus. I opted for the Playfair font. A unique font, with understated serifs.

feet upon pavement
headlights move through the darkness
facelessly pass by
Walking last night, stepping over and around puddles, remembering so many other nights. An element of this Seattle life.