The Great Blue Heron

This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh

Yosemite

Majestic mountains
Magnificent light falling
Tranquility’s song

 

Seattle’s Rain Arrived

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. 

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