each moment grace
talking with friends of fears
as the rain falls

I dig computers
each moment grace
talking with friends of fears
as the rain falls


gossamer tendrils
eight legs and eyes looking out
dew drop jewels capture

in the morning air
mists drifting upon the breeze
clouds dancing past

nearly summer
I don my sweater
raindrops on leaves

rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeams

rolling with the rain
there’s thunder in Seattle
the crows now silent
I wasn’t expecting thunder and lightening this morning. That’s rather atypical for Seattle. It brings back many memories for me, though. Life in the tropics had many joys.
raindrops on petals
the bees now seeking shelter
spots on my glasses
the sound of the rain
rolling through the night’s darkness
bending the flowers
Taking part in the Word of the Day challenge, where today’s word is “Opinion”. It seems fitting as spring flowers are starting to wane to talk about the falling blossoms.
gentle rain passes
starlings sing their opinions
cherry blossoms fall