This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
Tag: Seattle
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.
Seattle’s Smokestorm: A Haiku
This summer’s fires
I’ve grown weary of the bad air
Longing for autumn
It’s been a challenging summer for us Seattleites. Especially though with any kind of respiratory issues. Really looking forward to the relief autumn is promising.
A Friday morning haiku
Dawn’s light is now here
The highway sound now louder
Crows conversing
Seattle’s Smoke: A Haiku
A crescent moon
Tinted red by the wind’s
California remnants
Oh, teriyaki!
Oh teriyaki
Seattle’s taste sensation
Such beautiful food!
Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke
Early morning light
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Tonight’s Haiku: Looking Skyward
As I glance skyward
Into this summer evening
Moving towards nightfall
This summer morning haiku
This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart
Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul.
A Flower After The Rain
As the rain had passed
This flower’s glory shines forth
And then the light shifts