This Monday morning
My alarm speaks its crass words
My reflex: resist
Ah, the glories of Monday morning’s and those alarm clocks.
Pursuing Progress
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.
Night fell long ago
Yet sleep is avoiding me
I hear the highway
Oh sleep, I’ve requested your presence some time ago. Sigh…
Oh well, at least I can sleep in tomorrow.
Light and colors dance
Within the digital mind
Silicon children
My bright, cheery friend
Watches me upon my desk
My office’s joy
Springtime manifests
Facing down Seattle’s rain
Soon the blossoms fade