K.D. Iredale

Edmonds Downtown

The fall morning settles
With the smell of chimney smoke
8:30 am
And an elderly man walks his dog
The horn blows
Of decaying leaves about your feet
And crying from selfish seagulls
The waves move
On idle moon's whim
The fog is gloomy
And at the corner of the street
A lone child stands and observes

{Poem by K.D. Iredale}