Autumnal Rain

Autumnal Rain
Autumnal Rain: A Haiku

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?

Early Morning

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.

From Tonight’s Walk

Walking in the night
Street lights serenading me
Foot steps upon dreams

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Winter Arrives

the rain clouds lighten

greedy puddles expanded

wintertime arrives

The first day of winter arrives, dawn finally brightens Seattle’s clouds. Today follows a day of record rain and related aggregations. 

With the passing of the solstice, I await the longer days and the promise of spring. 

This Charming Old House

I love this old house
The echoes of elegance
Rang into the night

This house had been part of my life for years. Recently, it’s owners have worked hard to recapture its glory. They’ve done a nice job, in my opinion.

Where will I find home? 

​Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky 

Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms 

My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand 

To live where my grandparents lived

I live amongst ghosts
My grandparent’s memories
Amidst these very trees

I walk the same streets my grandparents did. It fills me with connection to this place. Time become more fluid. 

My Neighbors Walking

A little boy skips
His hand in his mother’s hand
Beauty as light fades

A Seattle Morning Haiku

Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness