
clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light
A blogger near Seattle

clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light

the evening moving
sunlight crawling down the clouds
a long solstice night

this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

early morning blooms
boldly standing in the cold
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brief moments of light
damaging the perfect dark
winter’s nearly here

along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice

a view to the west
looking over the water
calmness of sunlight

sitting, pen in hand
crafting poems while it rains
glorious coffee

embraced by the night
walking, the air freeing me
birds high overhead