
life’s gentle pleasures
feeling sunlight on my skin
wind chimes singing
Pursuing Progress
life’s gentle pleasures
feeling sunlight on my skin
wind chimes singing
Tranquility
Moonlit clouds
Gracefulness
The moon peeks through the clouds this cool Seattle evening. Misty rains paused long enough for me to complete a walk. Thus my mood’s betterment achieved.
Wishing you all thoughts of peace during these troubled times.
daylight dances
petal to petal
hummingbirds sing
gravity’s demand
even the sun can’t resist
calmness comes with night
gossamer tendrils
eight legs and eyes looking out
dew drop jewels capture
My contribution to today’s Word of the Day Challenge: River.
this tranquil motion
combined destructive power
river’s dual nature
A river, though sometimes calm and tranquil, and sometimes raging through storms, always erodes it’s surroundings. No matter the gentleness of the moment, there’s inexorable change, micron by micron, creating canyons and corroding mountains. Water’s gentleness is deceptive.
an ocean of sound
boldly starting the day
the sky remains dark
Pre-dawn tones, birds and insects chatter, apart yet together. Robins, crickets, then crows: acoustic motion across my consciousness.
Saturday morning, just a few more days left of June. Many types of chronological motion, too, greying my hair. Speaking to me of near ancient memories. Ancient, at least, in terms of humanity, of human life-spans.