Autumn

the rustling breeze-
leaves coerced from their branches
to dance in the wind

quarantined-
milkweed seeds float
past my window

Sky

lost amid the clouds-
the afternoon sky whispers
my name to the wind

wistfully blue-
dandelions
in your hair

Ghosts

milkweed in the wind-
beside the ancient live oak
I bury our bones

a lonesome gong-
pale wisps of trees
fade in the mist

Breeze

honeysuckle winds
blowing through the fresh linens
hanging on the line

an evening walk-
the perfume of
my neighbor’s grill

Showers

steam on the asphalt-
an early afternoon rain
slowly departing

evening rain-
a barn owl waits
in a hollow tree

Waves

guilded ocean waves-
just above the horizon
the last slice of sun

riding the waves-
fog crashes
into the beach

Evening

sleep winds through the trees-
a woodland lullaby of
peepers and croakers

a veil of clouds-
crickets and frogs
escort the moon

Injustice

bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day

new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows

Beach

winter at the shore-
sun bleached clam and oyster shells
blend into the snow

approaching storm-
sea foam white
in the wind

Windy

angry winter night-
grey shutters on the northern wall
banging in the wind

on the south porch-
sharing the sunrise as
the wind chimes slowly