This morning’s calmness

This morning’s calmness

My soul echoes in raindrops 

In the puddle, sky

Waking to Rainfall

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 

A Rainy Seattle Friday: Haiku Challenge

Rain is now falling

A #Seattle element 

All things grow from there
The “word of the day” was “element”

Welcome to November

Welcome November!
It’s supposed to rain today
This is Seattle

Autumn’s Approaching

One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter

Thursday morning in Seattle

​A cold, dark morning

Covers provide resistance

Though I must rise now

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. 

The Great Blue Heron

This gangly bird
Inelegant legs, bearing
Ghost upon the marsh

Seattle’s Rain Arrived

Raindrops tap windows

Gusts rattling the dried leaves

Autumnal cold rain 


The predicted reasons have come. Trees bend in the breeze, leaves drift across my drive. Summer’s memory flutters within the dried, damp leaves. 

The Henson exhibit at Seattle’s MoPop

Two beings I’ve long known

Moments from my childhood

Muppets filled my dreams