Weariness wins now
Slumber seduces me
I wake upon my couch
Category: Poetry
Flowers at the Market
I love these markets
Flowers have a special place
Portable beauty
The pursuit of war
Those who pursue war
Will doubtlessly find its wares
Collected anguish
The sun sits high
Evening has arrived
Sunlight forcing itself down
Trees in their glory
Dawn’s Handiwork
light trickles through blinds
dawn’s handiwork is complete
charm of backlit trees
Bicycles In The Rain
I spent many a day
Cycling in the rain
Seattle is my home,
After all
I must admit though
That the rain’s allure
Has waned
With these achy joints
This Spring Morning
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
Invective
I’ve grown quite weary
All the invective tiring
It’s all lost on me 
Birdsong Early Morn
In the dark pre-Dawn
All the birds now come to life
Nature’s opulence
The Wind Flows In
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing