Am I more broken?
How does one compare such things?
I can hear the rain
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A Rainy Night Haiku
Wind blows in darkness
Rain forces it’s way downward
Flowing over leaves
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A Sunday Seattle Morning
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.
This Rainy Evening
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Thankfulness Journal: The Beauty Of My Home
So much beauty here
When sun shines, it’s glorious
I also love rain
A Rainy Night: Tonight’s Haiku
Outside it is dark
Tapping sound from my drain spout
Water flowing down
This Morning’s Rain: A Haiku
Early morning rain
Disrupting outdoor planning
Well, we’re flexible
Awoke to the steady patter of a Seattle rain. For me, there’s something very calming about it. I guess it’s part of Seattle being home. There must be moss in my soul.
A Rainy Day In Seattle: Today’s Haiku
Another grey day
Rainfall has moistened the ground
Watching memories
It’s feels very much like September this morning. The ground is damp from overnight rain. I great the crows debating their aviary issues of the day.
Having spent most of my life in our around Seattle, this is a common vision. One that connects me to so many memories, good and bad. Today I’m remembering living in downtown Seattle. That was home for nearly 10 years after I got out of the Navy. Basically, most of my twenties.
A fascinating time of my life. Trying to understand my place in the world. Discerning my dreams and goals. Mostly discerning myself, and my soul as unique and individual. Before that I either lived at home, in a dorm, on a ship, or in a barracks. I’d never truly lived alone.
This summer morning haiku
This summer morning
Seattle’s cool mistyness
Singing to my heart
Something about Seattle’s misty mornings speak to my soul.
A Flower After The Rain
As the rain had passed
This flower’s glory shines forth
And then the light shifts
