dark late fall ~
on the ground thick snow
turns to rain
dark late fall ~
on the ground thick snow
turns to rain
november ~
ran into an ol’ friend
216th st. sunset
downtown autumn ~
walking streets paved with
golden leaves
autumn rain ~
in seattle is born
a new lake
spelunking
the iron caves o’
construction
by the colacolored waves
whispering their swaying sounds
sun this sunday early lays
’pon its waterbed o’ clouds
blanketing these cooing gales
mintsweet firs to kill the chills
counting ships those reekcreep snails
sail its walls o’ frosty hills
days descend like paper sheets
yellowing synced with leaves whose trees
shiver black with tea & seas
unfurling
in the silver wind
golden locks
when the sky’s
scent begins to rust ~
late autumn
november ~
black crows pecking
pumpkin remains
on the sill
watching costumed kids
the black cat