Seattle Pre-Dawn: A Haiku

​jet growls overheard

with rain falling gracefully

awaiting the dawn

Sitting here, finishing a poem, while preparing for my day. 


Tonight’s Haiku: February 12, 2020

dawn’s approach

dancing through the clouds

birds boldly calling

Stirring Kindness: A Senryu

A senryu on kindness

we disdain kindness

rage: this visage of power

now learn gentleness

Tonight’s Haiku: February 9, 2020

my house quiet 

every one else sleeping 

while the killdeer chant

A Lunar Haiku

at this brief moment

the clouds dancing with the moon

as winter deepens

Such a lovely moon this evening.

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain gently tapping windows

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>abandoned cobwebs

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many. 

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A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain taps my window

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth. 

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?

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Winter in Seattle: A Haiku

longing for sunlight

amid the dampness and cold

childhood memories

My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.

An Edmonds Haiku

Edmonds ferry terminal at night

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves