Raindrops tap windows
Gusts rattling the dried leaves
Autumnal cold rain
The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves.
Category: General Musing
A Morning Meditation
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise
Awakened, now returning to sleep
Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence
A Haiku for #Seattle’s #Gumwall
This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones
Writing’s Mystery
Amusing
How I put pen to paper
Expecting certain words
To flow gracefully
I’m always surprised
At what lands upon
The page
Dreaming of Home
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
For Tom Petty
At first, resistance
Everyone I knew
Adores all those tunes
Which , in my mind
Trite, vacant, and “No”
Glad to say that’s wrong
Gritty dissonance
Akin to Dylan
The honest seeking
Within his lyrics
Brought out the sunlight
In this darkened world
The definition of “Athletic”
As a youth
Athletic meant “jock”
Of which I did not align
Now things change
And I find myself
Within that fold
Strange changes
Of life
Feeding My Soul: A Haiku
Need to be thoughtful
About what I put into
My mind, my soul
I often put more thought into what I seed my body then what I feed my soul. Probably put more thought into my car’s gas, too. I know I need to change that. My soul’s nourishment becomes my attitude, my confidence, my actions.
Another meditation about depression
Depression
Dismantling me
From the inside out