A Seattle Saturday Morning 

The rain returned

A counterpoint provided 

Against sunny warmth 

Keeping us humble 

And the moss healthy 

Memories Unbidden 

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Memories come
Unbidden

Ghosts of my youth
Painful moments

Choices I’ve made
But not understood

There’s wisdom there
Not just misery

Forgive the boy
That I was

And see inside
My heart

Now I understand
My internalized mind

Echoes of fears and failures
This early spring morn

This Sunlit Sunday 

​Walking upon the shore

Sunlight landing upon my face 

My skin warm, nicely so

Friend talk, warmed hearts 

And children yet again taller 

Than a moment ago 

Evoking parental wonder, and triggering

Eternal frustration for children 

Relearning to Dream Boldly

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When I am an old man

When I am an old man
I will be gentle, wise and kind.
Full of delight and wonder.
The lover of all who smile.

I shall drink coffee with my friends
Watching the glories of youth
Drift by, unaware that I will
Capture their grace, embellish
It with verse, releasing a poem.

Beautiful birds dancing upon light,
Forever elegant ambassadors of life.

Finding My Place

My place
Is everywhere
And nowhere
Anywhere the sun
Shines or rain
Descends with
Grace and beauty 

Hints of Spring

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The tree begins anew
Light flows, that old dance
Colors, bees, birds…you know
Life will carry on long beyond me

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

This Sunday Afternoon

The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind

This Painful Evening

Over fifty-years 

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