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This morning’s calmness

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This morning’s calmness

My soul echoes in raindrops 

In the puddle, sky

Waking to Rainfall

Carl Setzer

Waking to rainfall
Bringing forth feelings of “home”
My soul echoing
With memories of drops
Gently rattling
Roofs and windows
When I, wrapped
Securely in blankets;
This world’s savagery
Still a mystery 

Carl Setzer

Awoke to rains rage
Where I’d resist the outdoors
I’m safe on my couch


I’m a product of Seattle. So much time in the rain, it defines me. I remember a moment, so many years ago, sitting in my apartment, looking out over Seattle with coffee and a good book. With nowhere I needed to go, nor be, I sat in the window bay watching the rain splatter upon the glass, gravity writing it’s magic. 

An evening walk

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As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber

Dreaming of Home

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I want my home

To be worthy of flowers

Bedecked with candles

And the fragrances

Of breads, sweets

And teas, swirled into

A wondrous blend

Of my heart’s delights

An Early Morning Haiku

Carl Setzer

Darkness settled well

All my neighbors are silent

Not many leaves fell

Seattle’s Rain Has Returned

Carl Setzer

Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory

So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.

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Seeking “Home”?

Carl Setzer

Release expectations
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right 

Finding Home

Carl Setzer

Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right

My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.

The Edmonds Farmers Market

Carl Setzer

This little market
Speaking to me of summer
Gentle memories