A Seattle Morning 

High clouds greet the morn 

Birds call, seemingly calmer

More subdued, perhaps 

Sound absorbed by clouds 

Gray skies soothe me, though 

Relieved of garish sunlight 


Strange sunlight drifts downward
Forcing it’s way through clouds
Blurring, blunting the force
Yet the strength remains.
Burning, passionately,
Reddening that which it
Desires. Gentle appearance
Hiding so much destruction.