clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light
Blogger blogging near Seattle
clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light
the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night
this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers
the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace
early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here
along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice