I spent many a day
Cycling in the rain
Seattle is my home,
After all
I must admit though
That the rain’s allure
Has waned
With these achy joints
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
This Spring Morning
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
Invective
I’ve grown quite weary
All the invective tiring
It’s all lost on me 
Birdsong Early Morn
In the dark pre-Dawn
All the birds now come to life
Nature’s opulence
The Wind Flows In
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing
We are free
And now we are free
Embrace it with great reverence
Birds flit between trees
Savaged by my mind
My savage mind
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I Hate Depression
I hate depression
It crushes us from within
With its brutal lies
Found Flowers
From sun into shade
Purple bursts in the dark green
A break from the sun
This sunny afternoon
Daylight moves westwards
Yet the sun up quite high
The birds are still bold