Whirling Whispers

Wind seems to carry
Messages from those who've passed
What are they saying?

I Caught Spring In The Act

Glanced out my window
Startled by first hints of green
That snuck up on me

Too Soon For Crickets

Window is open
After the sun has gone down
I only hear cars

Waiting, Rolling

Patient deer stand
Hoping to eat more apples
As silver clouds roll

Odor I Adore

The smell of fresh air
To a cooped up Winter nose
Feels like waking up

Overwhelmed

Fleeting thoughts rush in
Twirling up in a whirlwind
Anxiety's mark

Pengineer

A pen once broken
Is replaced by a new one
From the pen maker