A Seattleite born in Rhode Island | Pronouns: He/Him
A light mist outside
Delightfully warm within
My grandfather’s voice
My grandparents started coming to Edmonds’ Pancake Haus when it opened, and remained faithful customers til the end. My wife and I go somewhat regularly, enough that the staff recognize our son and ask about him. This connection brings me joy.
Do have any place with similar connections?
dawn’s approach
dancing through the clouds
birds boldly calling
gazing skyward
dawn’s light through the clouds
new beginnings
my house quiet
every one else sleeping
while the killdeer chant
at this brief moment
the clouds dancing with the moon
as winter deepens
Such a lovely moon this evening.
longing for sunlight
amid the dampness and cold
childhood memories
My childhood had some glorious moments in the tropics, when I lived in the Philippines. Dark, dreary drippy days sometimes bring forth a longing for those days.
darkness
street lights glimmer
memories whisper
I stand under stars
Heavenly motion births change
Memories of love
tide moves against sand
with air dancing upon waves
heron’s patient stealth
with the solstice past
daylight stays with us longer
spring whispering now?