implacable tall
old azalea screaming
ardently floating

Cumulonimbus
Growls above menacingly
Snarls at the terrene

Impaled by lightning
Howls in anguish, pierced and split
Bleeds thick drops of rain

Darkened winded whirlpools
Tearing up farms and homes
Swallowing whole towns

It's the nature of spring
A week of rain, then some sun
to Make things grow

conspirator chirps
Adonis drifting brutes ooze
somnolent sunny

When night falls
In the desert
Wolves serenely serenade the moonlight

A Nor'easter sneaks
in to welcome spring
Winter avered "not done yet"

claustrophobic mask
mystifies, impoverished
agony rumbles

Wildfire, camouflaged
In a shell of normalcy,
She will consume you

Walking through space
the stars form vehicles
for our imaginations

One last poem for love
who flew away forever
the dove from the hawk

I'm a handheld all-
purpose device please hold my
hand and treat me nice