in the morning air
humanity is silent
I hear the birds sing
July is marching past. August approaches quickly. I doubt I’ll be ready, but the universe doesn’t care. Always forward motion, I do my best to prepare.
poetry, prose, and photography

the well lit blue sky
as summer’s glory descends
birds sing from the trees

gravity’s demand
even the sun can’t resist
calmness comes with night

call of summer light
feeding of vigorous life
ready for fresh rains

jaunty tunes
wheels bearing
iced confections
Summertime is upon us. It’s definitely arrived in Seattle, though looks like it might pause this weekend. I hope you’re feeling the pleasent joys summer brings.

nearly summer
I don my sweater
raindrops on leaves

Still signs of summer
And the sunlight is quite warm
I saw geese flocking