This morning’s calmness
My soul echoes in raindrops
In the puddle, sky
Computer Whisperer
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
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.
As the darkness falls
Light echoing the day’s joy
Fading to slumber
I want my home
To be worthy of flowers
Bedecked with candles
And the fragrances
Of breads, sweets
And teas, swirled into
A wondrous blend
Of my heart’s delights
Darkness settled well
All my neighbors are silent
Not many leaves fell
Rain has returned
It feels more like Seattle
The one of my memory
So much of my life has been spent in the presence of Seattle’s rain. Though it chills my skin, it warms my heart.
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Release expectations
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
Release expectation
Follow the sun in daylight
And stars at night
Listen for home’s sensation
When your heart is right
My childhood spent drifting, wandering the world. Eventually, home became this deep expectation, originally unwelcome. The beauty of the world intrigued me so. Now, living near my parents, and where grandparents spent their whole lives, there’s a rich connection. one whose beauty caught me off guard.
This little market
Speaking to me of summer
Gentle memories