Public Posts Seattle, WA Seattle, WA

From out the crack
of a sidewalk arose,
a beautiful plant,
a pink, pink rose.

Competing, to live again,
from rain and dirt,
the flower grew,
how much the hurt?

To bring forth,
a lovely plant,
to live again.
Don't say can't.

Along the window,
against the pane,
frost is trying
to build again.

Fog covering trees,
and on the ground,
diffusing streetlights,
muffling sound.

An icy branch,
snow on the ground,
silence is golden,
muffling the sound.

Off in the distance,
seeing trees sway,
it's still raining,
a wet soggy day.

I expect it will be,
like the day before,
wearing your rain gear
before going out the door.

Westward the wind,
from mountain to sea.
Winds of our Spring,
will soon, follow thee.

Winter scene, sodden plants,
on ground below,
wet and flat,
crushed by Winter snow.

Dissolve, they will
into the rich soil,
as Spring approaches,
when Gardners toil.

How tall the Noble fir,
Grandeur, a stately way.
Still, the early morning,
afternoon breeze, you sway.

A line of dew
Across sidewalk wide
From a Slug who
Left a sticky slide

The Willow trees, limbs bare,
now covered in ice.
Blowing wind, branches tinkle,
a lovely sound to hear, nice.

Bending of treetops,
winter wind blowing.
I'll take the wind,
if it's not snowing