A first thought this early morn 

A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly 

A first thought this early morn 

A gentle breeze blows 

Branches scrape against my house 

This brusque goose-like cry

Startles me abruptly 

Twilight Reflections 

As darkness descends

Violet mixes with the blue 

Clouds racing the wind 

This Spring Morning

This morning burns bright

Sheltered from it at my desk

A breeze blows gently

The Wind Flows In

After the day’s warmth

Winds blow in off the water

Abruptly changing

A windy evening 

Softly blowing wind 

The tree’s motion rattles leaves 

White noise moaning