Letting Go

Windy winter day:
Oak relinquished brittle leaves—
I mistook for birds

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Shadorma #20

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Mesmerized,
by blowing leaves, my
cat sits at
the window.
His head traces rise and fall,
every muscle tensed.

skat@2017

Against The Wind

Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling,
gathering all their might to
hang on until Spring.

skat@2017

Hey, Ho, The Wind and The Rain

Not to complain, but
forecasts say, the rain it will
raineth, every day.

Skat@2017

Storm Troopers

Crimson poppies get
blown apart by gales of wind—
crepe parachutes drop.

skat@2017