Tattooing Heaven

Wind is up again.
There's no electricity;
Nature is in charge.












There are new white weeds;
They don't know they're a nuisance,
But just sit and flower.











Like flowers in Spring
Three teenagers on the lawn
Rolling and playing.

A thin line of white
Moves slowly across the sky
Tattooing heaven.












Patterns on the road
At the behest of the sun
Lie where it is not.












They are free at last:
Seed puffs through Fall and Winter,
Blown in the Spring wind.











First purple lilacs
Bud near the abandoned house;
Wild white blooms nearby.

Large branch cracks, falls;
Green leaves race across the road;
Roaring wind won't stop.

The top of the trees
Shake wildly in the rough wind;
Below, leaves tremble.