night time is nearly over robin sings his song to call the sun to rise a thin line of light glows on the Eastern horizon pink, orange, purple climb into the sky gold tips the tops of trees in the West the waters of Puget Sound are dark . . . then pink lights up the … Continue reading MORNING

Thunder Storm

  A mountain moves toward me white and gray, filled with rain suddenly a flash of light one thousand one one thousand two one thousand three one thousand four one thousand five, Boom, Crash five miles, the storm is five miles away the air is heavy, the first scent of ozone reaches me Hurry gather … Continue reading Thunder Storm