Living on the northern edge of Seattle, seeking elegance & beauty. Exploring language and human connection one poem at a time, especially haiku.
awaiting dawn
light’s grace upon the dark clouds
rain’s song to the trees
Dawn may come earlier, but it’s still dark before I leave for work, still dark on many drive home. This, at times, challenges many mood. I work to stay cognizant of my minds health.
clouds dancing eastwards
souls uncovering new dreams
wind chimes whispering
clouds grasping stones
visages hidden with grace
the movement of light
Just out my window
Watching this December rain
I finish my tea
I woke early this morning fighting a migraine. The daggers in my skull have been dulled, but the mental fog and inability to focus remain. The grey, rainy skies seem to fit perfectly with my state of being.
While I look skyward
Moments of clarity shine
This cold autumn sky
This grey morning light
Falls deftly through morning sky
Clouds from the ocean
The sky bright
Through many clouds
Moving quickly
Above the trees
Sunlight caressed
By the wind
Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness
Moonlight hides from me
Behind the rain laden clouds
Spots on my glasses
