crow cries   metalling the skies
supply the greys
and hack up the winds

'pup' is sad and so says
i point out a 'v' of exit geese against the sky
says he's not sad anymore and he's not
a child's power  just like that

The tree burst
with life,its
emerald leaves
aglow, birds
fluttered through
branches, moving to and fro.  
Flowers bloomed brightly
at its sturdy base,  
Adding a splash of colour
to nature’s quiet grace.
But alas all peace has to end
As dark clouds gathered
The wind began to bend...

Between the blacks of bending trees
I meet the moon at in betweens
I glimpse her glories, wild and worn
Aglow atop a stirring storm

Oh breathing birches blown about
Beneath her silver silence
Beyond the fields I farthest see
Along the dark horizon

There the hymns of heavy winds
Beyond the blown and gloomy leas
Where ghostly grass and rushing reeds
Dance darkly 'round my falling feet

Empty room echoes,
Silent phone, no texts to share,
Lonely heart whispers.

Sunday morning.
A fragrant storm  
in a coffee cup.