Snow on a full moon;
The bare branches click lightly
And then all is still.
Traveling I look-
up! Leaves swaying, wind blowing,
Upon my red cheeks!
Ignorance, not bliss
white-knuckled, blizzard beauty
mountains, without chains
As the mountain snow
shrouds the meadow, God whispers,
be still and listen.
Under twin rainbows,
bluebirds splash in newborn pools-
Retreating thunder.
blinded by road spray
buffeted by gusts of wind
almost on empty
cold winter evening
buck-deer stands in churchyard light
his breath comes in clouds
A brown leaf shivers
atop the barren maple
the wind ushers home
touch is a lost breeze
grazing the, now, goosefleshed skin
prickly neck hairs rise
Wind on a mountain
whips snow high into piles
toppling time beneath.
wind drafts in white ink
a quill pen draws lambs and dogs
flying in the air
Instant love, quick sex,
breakups faster than the wind,
feeling for a while.
slightest of breezes
raindrops tumble leaf to leaf
trees shuffling papers
The road winds ahead.
Standing tall, I step forward-
into all Unknowns
Another evening...
A file of yellow poplars
under the spring rain
Breezes in the trees
Testify to happiness
Once again renewed
wind swept summer storm
dogwood tree in full blossom
pink petal cascade
Heavy clouds spit rain
strong winds creating havoc
mother nature's rant
thunderstorm brewing
rain tapping at my window
the tea kettle hums
Sudden gusts of wind
Portend a Summer downpour
Lightning splits an oak
harmless heat lightning
seals the lakeside horizon
fishing reel recoils
Muggy summer air
Any thought of breeze is stalled
Trees dream of swaying
Snow falls on Mt. Hope
In the mirror the old face
Looking back is me.
morning fog retreats
leaves behind sparkling jewels
on the cobweb strands
Top down, hair blowing
Cruising along country roads
Unexpected storm
the clouds move one way
and the leaves in another
family picnic
mercy is reserved
for those who have kept their life -
sulking snow at dusk
the smell of chestnuts
roasting - on the cool sea mist
assaults my senses
burning horizons
shooting stars, electric rain
- cretaceous magic
A flag in the wind,
Half mast for dead soldiers still
Singing battle hymns
walking in the fog
steps ahead, the dog dissolves
the red leash remains
Only the wind knows
Blowing through leaves and branches
Passages of time
Early spring sunshine
Resilient daffodils
Defying the frost
wet honeysuckles -
behind, the bay has vanished
in gray rain and fog
Iridescent spheres
Caressed and spun by the breeze
Ephemeral strength
Two sharp blasts of wind,
Bringing fierce chills to the bones,
Summer is long gone.