Market Memories 

Walking past the stalls 

Early morning at Pike Place 

Tourists were absent 

A spring dawn 

Bird Song filled the air 

After dawn’s light hit the sky 

They scattered: airborne

Love’s Legacy

Can’t forget
What has passed
Some may wish these
Memories to vanish
For me? No…
I hold them dear
Pain and joy
For that’s
Love’s legacy

Seattle Sunny Sunday

Vibrant sunlight flows 

This region’s beauty delights 

A day on two wheels