Mount Ranier is hiding
Behind the playful clouds
As the nectar drops are falling from the sky
On a chilly spring day.
But you still see the exuberance
In the atmosphere
The temperament of the people here
Never gets dampened by the naughty weather.
The smiling faces
Under colorful umbrellas
Drawing their spirits
From their darling coffee mugs;
The contradiction
Between luxury apartments
And the homeless encampments
I overheard the conversation
That uplifted my emotions
“It’s the coldest spring
Blame it on climate change
But it will be the sixties on Sunday.”
The Space Needle
Stands proudly
As the brave face of the emerald city;
The blowing wind whispers
In my ears
“This positivity
Makes this city
Progressive
And innovative”,
Seattle dazzles
Whether it rains or shines.
