Today I am unsettled,

Edgy, almost nervous.

A thought not quite formed,

Lurks behind my

In full sail I brave the storm, tossed around in a fearsome battle, ego's sail flaps in gale force

After the storm
the wind's gale force fury subsides
in a cloud-patched-quilt
of blue

The Munich night
Blazes with lightning,

Striking again and again
Illuminating the full

In full throttle a child screamed from behind closed doors, competing with the howling gale

Hiss on stone,
Pelting, full of spit,
Deafening in its roar of sweet crescendo.
The night begins

With howling winds
Pines parting from their branches,
Brave birds still singing
To the tune of

rain clouds
in young man's eyes
storm brewing

Weather, our lives
just the way I love!
Peace & quiet flown;
storm rules now...

Walking in

tapping morse
on the windows
a swarm of moths
herald the oncoming
storm

storm's fury threatens
bright flashes
upon blacks
sunlight pierces
the gloom sending
streams

For a long while in
this late afternoon, thunder
grumbles ‘cross the lake.

Then the wind

Harsh raindrops, soft tears
sweet sadness,
smell of earth, warmth...
Wish I were by the

The lighthouse stands alone on a bouldered mound.

Waves smash against rocks as the temperature

An empty trail in the middle of country
Weaving through hills and trees
The air is muggy and

I skulk away from the sky,
hide under a rock shelter,
look out over the stagnant pools,
wait for

MOURNFUL HEAD. MORNING HEAD. RAINBOW BLISTERS ON YR FINGERS
Stretch up to heaven and yawn a big