Storm on the Way

  I wrote this after we had spent the evening before in a horrendous thunderstorm.


                                   I knew
                                              the window
                                                               would be
                                    partially open,
                                              even though
                                                                the thunder
                                   was beginning
                                              to roll,
                                                               and lightening
                                   was flashing
                                               its pictures
                                                               for an
                                   album that
                                              only a few
                                                               would be
                                   privileged
                                              to see.
                                                               After a
                                  winter of
                                              stale air,
                                                               and an
                                   odor of
                                              lost socks,
                                                               the incoming
                                   raindrops would
                                              be welcomed
                                                               with the
                                   fresh air.

Late Spring Snow

I am not happy when I feel winter is gone and spring finally arrives, and a late spring snowstorm starts to fall.  Oh well.

                                In
                                    one
                                           straight
                                                         path,
                                slanted
                                      slightly
                                             north
                                                          a
                                 late
                                        spring
                                             snow
                                                           falls.
                                  I
                                        foolishly
                                                    deny
                                                            that

                                  I
                                               am
                                                     captivated
                                                                    by
                                  its
                                                obvious
                                                      natural
                                                                   beauty.