
a new day begins
underneath my feet I hear
freshly fallen leaves
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a new day begins
underneath my feet I hear
freshly fallen leaves

now laden by rain
bowed by gravity’s demands
longing for sunlight
Saw this flower on one of my recent walks. The rain had it bowed over. This haiku came forth.

as the sunlight wanes
the sunflower sings boldly
a gentle wind blows

in the autumn rain
petals holding reflections
ghosts of the summer

Night progresses
Into morning
Streetlight flickers off
‘Tis Monday. You ready for the week? It’s a grey day here in Seattle, hence the grey poem.
I hope that gives you everything you need with grace and dignity.

now walking at night
the day’s rain has faded
such grace in silence

summer’s grace
in autumnal rain
forgotten
Walking in a neighborhood park past play equipment that often fills with delighted children, now sits empty. Have children forgotten such things?

the arriving dawn
early morning silence
the sound of home
A view from my neighborhood. Seattle’s murky skies: my vision of home. One of them, at least.

wind dancing through firs
rain taps upon my window
night drifts to the west
Tis a rainy Seattle night, what we’re famous for.
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within dawn’s grey light
rise and meet our potential
calling geese move south
This morning greet with grey skies; very common on Seattle’s autumns. A weekend filled with rain awaits. Many rain drenched memories arise. Cafes, such sanctuaries of warmth.