Fears and darkness
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Sunday Night
So ends the weekend
Sunlight behind the mountains
Dawn is coming soon
Spring rides the starlight
Evening has arrived
Listening to classic jazz
Spring rides the starlight
A first thought this early morn
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
A first thought this early morn
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
A Rainy Evening Haiku
Moonlight hides from me
Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
Tonight’s Hidden Moonlight
The hidden moonlight
Obscured from my view by clouds
Now to attain sleep
And now, and good night to you all.
The night speaks to me: A Haiku
The night speaks to me
It’s sound echoes through silence
Passing through damp leaves
This Evening’s Haiku : The Night
Beyond the day’s strength
Suddenly the light’s now gone
Darkness’ deceit
Memories of a fading Seattle
Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness
Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.