with forests ablaze
reddened skies through tall firs
the birds go silent
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An evening haiku
at the day’s ending
sunlight fades into the sea
gentle grace of night
The First Airfield at Sand Point in Seattle
When I was a boy, we re-settled in Seattle as my dad was transitioning out of the Navy. Proximity to the commissary, Navy Exchange, and other amenities of the Sandpoint Naval Station were key elements to our choices of housing. This facility has long been a key part of my life.
Valarie, at Wedgwood in Seattle History, wrote a fun article about a piece of its history: The First Airfield at Sand Point in Seattle. As something of a scholar of regional history, I appreciate people who can expand my knowledge. And Valarie delivers in this regard! I won’t give away too much of her post, but here are two of my favorite tidbits:
- I never heard of the First World Flight, whose centennial is coming up.
- I appreciate the details of how the Airfield was established because of insights from WWI.
So, I recommend heading over and checking out this article. If you’re interested in Seattle’s history, you should subscribe to her blog.
A haiku at dusk
with dusk descending
and gently fading sunlight
flowers get their fill
Today’s Morning Haiku
with my morning tea
the gentlest of breezes
sunlight through the clouds
I love calm mornings. Today, Seattle’s weather seems to be pivoting from rain to partially cloudy. Blue skies punctuated with white clouds. Summer’s heat abated, whether temporarily or for the rest of the year is uncertain, but I’ll take the respite.
Autumn Approaches
orange and red leaves
as i gaze out my window
glories of autumn
The maple just outside my office window already shows autumn colors. Of course, September approaches quickly. Less than a week (Sunday) brings the new month. As tempting as it might be to make some reference to the passing of time, it doesn’t feel very creative.
Haiku: August, 25, 2024
after the rainfall
sunlight moves from behind clouds
summer reaches far
An evening haiku: August 22, 2024
grace consumes the night
within this silent darkness
healing commences
Tonight’s Haiku
evening light descends
boisterous colors emerge
glory of flowers
This morning’s haiku
in the early morn
long before the birds arise
listening for grace