lacking wind
tree branches do not bend
starlight unphased
Early morning, when I’m not interested in being awake, yet here i am.
Facing Forward, Pursuing Progress
As I look skyward
The memories fill my mind
Seattle’s autumns
With darkness falling
The sun shining from down low
Easily through trees
As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me
Within my garden
Springtime announced in glory
Soon the petals fall
As the daylight fades
Thus day becomes memory
Glorious springtime
In this daylight
Work flows from fingers
Will the rains clean the street?