
Walking In Suburbia

poetry, prose, and photography


Bathing in sunlight
These packages of summer
Biting into joy
The Joy’s of wandering the Farmer’s Markets.

Standing by the shore
Summer’s glory is now here
Sunlight warms my soul

Looking towards the sky
And summer’s not quite here yet
This graceful sunlight

I adore the trees
And walking under sunlight
A choir of birdsong

The grace of sunlight
Pushing through the autumn chill
Raising my spirits
These rare moments of sunlight piercing through Seattle’s autumnal gloom, granting me strength for those long, dark days coming.

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.
Sunlight’s debuting
Early morning darkness fades
Sounds of spring arise
Watching the dawn inch forward inspired this haiku. I anthropomorphise the sun, imagining pride and delight as humanity stirs underneath the reborn warmth. Perhaps there’s even love for us as we reawaken our striving.
So, here’s to a new day, it’s blessed possibilities, and all the potential you bring.