The grace of daylight
From the sky across the leaves
This dance of the bees
Walking in the evening light, a bee moves from petal to petal. Summer moves forward.
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Summer’s Flowers
Sunlight between rains
And entertaining the bees
Watching the clouds pass
Walked in Port Townsend today. This was song the Larry Scott tail. I was experimenting with some of the camera’s presets and built in functions.
The Scent Of Rain
As the sunlight fades
Comforting darkness flows in
With the scent of rain
It’s set to rain overnight and into tomorrow. Many of the Seattleites I know are ready for a bit of cool rain. I know, we’re a weird lot. When everything is green it feels the most like home.
Keep Breathing
Keep breathing deeply
Listen to the birds singing
Sunlight upon trees
Life’s tensions overwhelm at times. Remember to stop, focus on breathing deeply,controlled. Today, while doing this, the bird’s singing became vibrant. It’s what’s really important in life.
Plant Power
eating the sunlight
exhaling life-giving stuff
giving us flowers
The Monday Peeve: Help Lines
Paula Light’s “Monday Peeve” for today resonates with me. I hate automated help systems, too. Unanswered emails, the chat messages that go nowhere, or the dreaded calls navigating multiple menus. Nothing says we aren’t valued by your business than hearing “your call is very important to us” every 10 seconds while on hold for an hour.
I hope your Monday was free of such misery.
The featured image is by Moose Photos from Pexels.
A rainy Seattle night
summer’s rain
beautiful scent of earth
renewed
Outside I hear a rumble, then the familiar tapping sound of rainfall. I love the scent of rain falling after a hot day.
The Heat of Summer
I really appreciate that Fandango picked up the theme of Word of the Day challenges. Today’s word is “finish”.
The heat of summer
I long for it to finish.
I do love autumn
Space Dance: A Haiku
beyond the sky’s edge
light dances in the darkness
such graceful motion
The photo is from NASA’s Hubble telescope. I fell in love with all things space as a young boy watching the lunar landing. It seemed natural to pen this haiku as I looked upon this image.
A Night Haiku
Footsteps in gravel
A presence hidden by night
With sublime motion