summer’s grace
in autumnal rain
forgotten
Walking in a neighborhood park past play equipment that often fills with delighted children, now sits empty. Have children forgotten such things?
Chaos Tamer
summer’s grace
in autumnal rain
forgotten
Walking in a neighborhood park past play equipment that often fills with delighted children, now sits empty. Have children forgotten such things?
the arriving dawn
early morning silence
the sound of home
A view from my neighborhood. Seattle’s murky skies: my vision of home. One of them, at least.
Walking in the night
Street lights serenading me
Foot steps upon dreams
<
p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>another morning
<
p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>rain gently tapping windows
<
p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>abandoned cobwebs
<
p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>Early morning, life starts to stir, Seattle’s rainy tendencies reach their fullest expression. Not the monsoons of my childhood, rather, regular, continuous drip. The weather presents challenges for many.
<
p style=”font-family:"font-size:16px;”>
I love this old house
The echoes of elegance
Rang into the night
This house had been part of my life for years. Recently, it’s owners have worked hard to recapture its glory. They’ve done a nice job, in my opinion.
​Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky
Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms
My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand
Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness