
winter’s grip loosening
with the clouds drifting eastward
wonder of birdsong
poems & photography
rain atop the roof
calm, staccato memories
droplets of moonbeamsÂ
attempting movement
I’m mostly stationary
solace through singing
this hard, cold rain
flowers in December
a street light flickers
along the water
the breeze carries the salty air
my grandfather’s voice
Standing in the rain
The city has not woken
With my feet moving
Friends are beautiful
Easy as riding a bike
Graceful connection
I hopped into Canva looking for inspiration, and found this template. Bicycles delight me, and friends are wondrous. The haiku felt pretty natural with all those pieces coming together.
With summer’s end here
And the rain’s song calming me
I now seen brown leaves
The past few days have truly felt like autumn. Rainfall, in particular, reinforces that for me. I hold many cold and soggy memories, for that is the lot of Seattle folk.
Walking in this park
Amidst these blooms of heather
Preparing for rain