I stand on a hill
Looking down across the grass
Sunlight fills my gaze
Category: Poetry
Suburban Sounds
I sit here typing
A buzz drifting through the air
Blades of grass shortened
Today
We walked into the cafe
An older couple entered
Through my held door
Hand in hand
Talking to friends
Amidst the youth
And their frantic keystrokes
Lost to the now
Rain’s changing
Drippy drizzle
To wind blown torrent
And the light moving
Across the sky
Puddles forming upon
Untended tables
A Yakima Medition
My mother was born
In a small Washington town
The dusty center
A cup; empty and full
Overflowing with sunlight
A cup: empty and full
Two sides of the same
Moment
Morning moves forward
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
Beauty’s worth finding
At times it’s sought out
Others, it’s served up for us
Beauty’s worth finding
Good Morning
Birds
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Taekwondo: Grace and Power
Move across the floor
Motion: elegant power
Taekwondo’s beauty
Tendrils of the night
Tendrils of the night
Wispy hints of memory
Floating through my dreams