Windy

blowing on my tea-
before dawn the feral wind
roars in frustration

walking my dog-
the wind nips
at my heels

Wind

golden fields of wheat-
long blades of giant windmills
lazily turning

arid sun-
sagebrush
swirls in wind

Night

withered autumn leaves-
not sure if he’ll live to see
another sunrise

desert stars-
hard and blue
in the moonlight

Winter

early spring flurries-
a young robin perches in
snow covered holly

peach sunrise-
frost glazes the
juniper berries

Ice

icy morning air-
tender fingers deftly tease
the breath from my chest

a silent stream-
ice flows from
the jagged rock

Vampire

the creak of hinges-
curtains drawn against the light
rising in the east

fading daylight-
the rustle of
leathery wings

Morning

the coals put to bed-
a sugar coated landscape
greets me at sunrise

saturday morning-
full of promise
beyond my bed

Winter

the last leaf of fall-
waiting for the warm spring sun
buried under snow

falling sleet-
an icy glaze
on english ivy

Mist

in the morning sun
slight pockets of fog linger
on winter hillsides

morning mist-
migrating geese
hug the shore

Heat

damp and feverish-
a restful sleep eludes me
on this bed of coals

noonday sun-
ice in my glass
long turned to water