what the thunder said

scour

traffic lights turn blue

This too must pass

a desert storm

airflow

All four seasons - spring

All four seasons - winter

All four seasons - autumn

All four seasons - summer

…paths and lines…

Cloud gathering

Sea must follow

Jupiter and all his moons

a first storm

wind beneath the door
its linoleum rattle
like a dying bird
on the lobby stairs

Rain falls blind

Rain falls blind on ground already wet;
weeping drops scatter, sightless,
among the soil-grains.

Blood Rain

The wet fingerprints

of an ill wind stain
the weather,

fronts of rain,
the blood-red
dust of deserts.

windlass

soun o sleat

full ma breeks