Friday, October 17, 2014

Snow Spring

A wind rocking the early buds
I wrap my jacket closer.
Through the damp chill
exhilaration smiles
- anticipation.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wind Song

I sing my crazy song,
I hope for all to hear.
Wind sweeps the shore.
Salty air touches me.
Green shutters slam
on this misty dawn.
A thick storm on rising
cries a wind song
snails only hear.