snow fallen branches
sway in a cold breeze, feathers
ruffle in a nest
Winter. Old fence felled
by wind rests against an elm
growing bright new moss
cerulean cry
winter claims her bare canvas
gusts of northern winds
Black birds on the road
Cautious snow flakes, lazy winds
No traffic at all
Nebulous shadows
Of moonlight slowly swaying
To a gentle breeze
Boat waits patiently
Sail and sailor expectant
Not a breath of wind.
Yellow leaves like rain
a cold north wind swirls, briefly
they rise once again
a light west wind blows,
blind to large looming black clouds,
young boys crab at dusk.
Wind sweeps the brown flames
Breaths form clouds on the window
The pines are upright
on bare branches a
shower of snow, in the nest
ruffle of feathers
wind carrying seed
sycamore helicopters ~
sister spinning wool
Down by the river
Without you, gone to the fog?
It's my soul that's lost
Misty air whispers
in a forest full of dreams ?
love breathes through the trees
White snow falls to Earth
Cardinal lands on tree branch
Fire among the ash
No snow to blanket
the shifting earth of my home.
My California
First frost of the year
The lake steams in the morning
Geese are taking off
clouds on clouds, waves on
waves in the summer sunset
footprints in the sand
The trees bend with snow
While the wind seeks its own breath
Shadows blend the two
December T-shirt
wind blustering through the palms
California
tiny snow angel
snowflakes kiss your rosy cheeks
white winter beauty
Bruising winds rush fast
Devastation in its wake
Mother natures wrath
Sun shining? Grey clouds?
Wind? Is it going to rain?
Miami Weather
Orange iguana
Winds sway shaking trees aside
Trembling blue waters
Wind whispering out
Wrapping itself all around
Encompassing us
gold leaves seen through fog
embers dying in ashes
gulls soaring, crying
Two trees in thick fog
When your secret lover dies
You might not be told
wonderful climbers
if autumn clouds were lower
squirrels might reach them
rain clouds come to play,
wind pushes far memories
old and rusted swing
large pampas grasses,
plumes waving in the stiff wind ?
time to change the time
In the mirror lake
My reflected hand holds yours.
The leaves warn of wind.
The wind mills still turn
Aimless hoboes ride the trains
Nothing can hurt you
hummingbirds hover,
butterflies crowd a Fall bloom-
east wind scatters all
this old building creaks
while the wind murmurs with friends
among the rafters
bitter cold north winds
blow through my very spirit
cleaning out the rot
Trees dance in the winds
Branches sway, leaves with rhythm
Becoming Alive
Sitting by windows
Breathing out air making fog
Winter is coming