At the week’s middle My alarm’s song is calling I love the snooze bar Advertisements
I love sewing puns Though they often needle me I’m left in stitches
Concrete broken to dust A megalith vanishing History fading
So much is hidden By the velvet cape of night Not Just what’s frightful Laying here seeking sleep. Hoping it’s mercy comes soon.
I feel the cold rain Remnants of snow lingering Shall
I’ve grown quite weary Of these viri within me Minute yet brutal
Day passes to night The demands of the day pass Finally some rest
Looking towards the sky The moon’s ghost emerging high In this night I sigh
So, it’s now Tuesday Outside the window; darkness Yet I must arise
Walking in the night Enjoying this graceful scene Of the moon’s ascent One of my favorite places is the waterfront in Edmonds, about 30 miles north of Seattle. I adore walking along the shore. Even tonight in the cold, though there were moments of striking clarity.