
this December day
under my feet cold ripples
keep moving forward
Cold, rainy day. Ripples in the puddles. For me, this means home. What about you?
poetry, prose, and photography

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.

the wind blowing cold
painful to fingers and face
sun upon the mountains


so many miles
weathered and worn by life
a cold biting wind

longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.


southern wind challenges
trees bending with the waves
seagulls’ airborne dance