
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.
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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
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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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eastern sky’s darkness
awaiting the morning light
suburban silence