Walking under stars Tranquillity of evening Peace filling my soul
I started writing this while on an evening walk in my Lynnwood neighborhood. Currently, I live where I grew up. Stepping out my backdoor, I can see my parent’s house. My son goes to the same school I went to. This depth of familiarity gave me pause. I consider community, faith and a few other Read More …
Ferry drifts westward Sun warmed winds, which still chill me Eagles’ wings lifting
Awoke to grey skies Gently blending blues and greys Visions of my home
A warm weekend, my window open. Early morning coolness flows in Birdsong drifting upon this, Early morning sky, gentle growth From deep blue, adding reds, Purple highlighting the mountains Slowly growing brighter. Sunlight’s adagio
I love the mists Drifting through Fir boughs, stretched Cotton-like by green Needle fingers, Every second Changing shape, Gray clouds of Early morning Shadowy contrasts Blending variations Of rich, deep greens Against the icy Gray-blue sky
Ink-like darkness Liquid wakefullness Brings forth Life.