With wind blowing strong
These bold and daring people
Weren’t cowed by this storm
I wrote this haiku watching these two ignore cold and rain, dancing where wind and wave collide.
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A first thought this early morn
A gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly
Twilight Reflections
As darkness descends
Violet mixes with the blue
Clouds racing the wind
This Spring Morning
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
The Wind Flows In
After the day’s warmth
Winds blow in off the water
Abruptly changing
A windy evening
Softly blowing wind
The tree’s motion rattles leaves
White noise moaning
