Daughter in arm with neck strained I doze, wishing her Cozy in her own bed.
Month: November 2017
Morning Commute
Departing upon Shadowy and rain-soaked streets Wiper blades wiping. Rain and traffic mist Obscure brake lights and street lamps Tread upon water Bus stop figures gather Miserable amongst the strip mall lights, naked trees. Freeway sounds Traffic and concrete Water wall Merging I Let you in front of me Fills us both with glee- Although [...]
11/26/17
If I can empty myself of me, I can fully understand you.
Rainy Day in Bothell
Raindrops cling to empty trees Pattering and splattering on fallen leaves Forming a thousand tiny puddles That meander into one stream.
Meditating Under a Small Tree in Capitol Hill
A pigeon coos Somewhere in the tree above Or is it a dove?
