December morning –
Thinking of those whom I love ~
Wind batters my shed.
December morning –
Thinking of those whom I love ~
Wind batters my shed.
A stormy May day –
Rain good for the garden, but ~
Cherry blossoms bashed.
Buffeted by wind –
And by life in general ~
Head down and chin up.
Magnolia blooms –
Battered by the growing wind ~
White plates on the lawn.
Rain, then stormy wind –
Handy and tricky in turn ~
Folding tarpaulins.
Sound of chimney wind –
Gives February gusts a voice ~
Old memories.
Wind-bent bamboo screen –
Orion’s belt clears the trees ~
As do the jet ‘planes.