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 

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.