Weightless In The Wind

A leaf
floats gently by
moving in harmony
with shifting currents—I watch with
envy.

The Edge

Walking
the rocky edge
of a yawning black pit
that hungrily awaits just one
false step.

Minuet

Cold winds
play a new tune—
daffodils lift their heads
and attire themselves in frilly
wide skirts.

Blossoms
clothe bare branches
in pure white lacy gowns—
heralding the start of the next
spring waltz.