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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many. 

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A Haiku For A Rainy Seattle Morning

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain taps my window

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>echoing through memories

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p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth. 

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An Edmonds Haiku

Edmonds ferry terminal at night

Along the water
Feeling the grace of motion
Rippling light waves

Sunday Night Haiku

The moon from just outside my house
Clouds moving with grace  This moon intensely watches   Song of the cold air 

Today’s Haiku: Dawn in Bothell

Dawn in Bothell

Light across the sky
Beauty of Seattle’s sky
Patience of flowers

Nightly Haiku

the motion of night
street lights hidden by the fog
birds are now asleep

A rainy Tuesday Haiku

A Rainy Tuesday Haiku
Seattle Rain

pattering outside

gutters groan quite loudly

blessing my rain gear 

Well, quite the rain to wake up to. Not monsoon like, but still rather heavy. 

I hope your Tuesday meets all your goals and desires. 

A windy Edmonds day

southern wind challenges

trees bending with the waves

seagulls’ airborne dance

A Piano: Tonight’s Haiku

gentle touch of keys
movement of notes through the air
echoes of children

Today we journeyed down into Seattle’s University district. We ducked into the University Heights Community Center, which, decades ago was the elementary school my father and several of my uncles attended. I considered the thousands of children who passed through, their hopes, dreams and heartaches. Thus I connected to my history.