As I move through dusk
The cool darkness comforts me
From the past’s echos
Category: Seattle
Crane Fly’s Motion
a crane fly’s motion
under the bathroom lights
returned to freedom
My Grandmother’s Voice
clouds across the sky
dancing upon mountain tops
my grandmother’s voice
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
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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