Wind is blowing
yard art bells ringing
melodious sound

Slimy Slug
eating primroses
Sated

What else is there to see?
Where else? It came to me,
To be aware of your plight,
Yet falling asleep at darkest night.

Fire Burning bright
through the evening light
white ash falling

From whence came I, she said to me,
As I awoke from my reverie?
A lost soul is who you are,
Added a voice, across the bar,
You arrived by bus, not by car.
A spirit in the wind, is what I see,
So leave or stay, but let us be
And I returned to my reverie.

Days have come and days have gone.
The days, so bright, with coming dawn
And then, while the days went by,
We questioned answers and asked why,
Those that we loved, who went away,
Never returning at the end of day.
Leave me not
With pain so great
Life goes on although we now do pray.

The Frost is back
With grass all white.
It's still dark
Not yet the light.
The bulbs of daffodils
Have pushed up
Through the soil.
Today is to be,
Sunny, as we toil.

The fog drapes the leafless trees,
Softening the barren branches and to seize
Control over the skeletal silhouette
Transforming to a vision and yet,
Sight of the fog covered plants does please.

Rabbit where are you
clumps of fur on the ground
Coyote

Wind and rain
Splattered panes
Dry inside