Poetry

the wild wind plays old
tambourines at the window –
still the cold comes in

across the choppy
water, a smelter chimney –
wild grass in the wind

a perfumed garden,
in a single breath – bright leaves
in a gentle rain

the leaves on the tree
are dancing free in the wind –
pretty hems flirting

the sea breathing deep
into lungs – leaving footprints
light upon the sand

over the roadside
flax, the sea sprays its land, and
the sky slowly weep