This photo called to me for a haiku, and I was delighted to oblige.
the sun slips below
warm blazing orange blankets
when will the stars dance?
poetry, prose, and photography
This photo called to me for a haiku, and I was delighted to oblige.
the sun slips below
warm blazing orange blankets
when will the stars dance?

below the sunset
and the glorious red sky
soon the songbirds sleep
Moving through my neighborhood, a suburb of Seattle, as the sun does as it must. Gravity’s handiwork across this sky. Rain started to fall as I neared home.


sunlight descending
engulfed in the water’s depths
walking to the south

with the solstice past
daylight stays with us longer
spring whispering now?

Watching the sun set
And the sky’s colors redden
This feeling of home

I’m facing westwards
And mountains cover the sun
A sweet summer night
This one was fun to make. It makes me quite happy.

Nights power rising
Warm air freed from the cloud’s grace
Wakefulness waning

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades