clouds across the sky
dancing upon mountain tops
my grandmother’s voice
Category: Seattle
Bees Speak In Code
the bees speak in code
can we hope to understand
secrets of petals?
Scent of Old Books
scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano
Thinking of Beat poets while listening to jazz this hazy, smokey Seattle morning.
With Autumn Nearing
With autumn nearing
Streetlight flickers on, then off
A few dried leaves fall
A Walk Amongst The Trees
walking amongst trees
sunlight climbing to the west
motion of my feet
A Near Autumn Haiku
These ghosts of summer
Gently fading into time
This cool morning air
Time Lurching
as time seems to lurch
between speed and stagnation
flowers move forward
Memories of Bees
the wind’s graceful arc
flowers moving through the sun
memories of bees
Bees on the flower, tonight’s Haiku
The grace of daylight
From the sky across the leaves
This dance of the bees
Walking in the evening light, a bee moves from petal to petal. Summer moves forward.
Summer’s Song
summer’s song
upon the lips of roses
grace of sunlight
Another photo taken on my evening pandemic walks. Getting outside, especially during the summer months feels good.