Wind Scented With Mountain Flowers

A sunny April day in late January.

A warming strong wind the past days

erased the remaining snow, dried the ground.

I took tea outside and read new poems.

Buds watching me chuckled over my joy.




Silent Movie

The trees are moving outside my window.

A silent movie all about autumn ending.

Yellow leaves where green, red and orange

were a few days ago. Winter wind.

In black and white, an unsure season.