A Haiku (on a very windy day)

Just a short haiku that came to me watching the traffic on the way home. If there ever was a apocalyptic sized super storm, humanity wouldn't stand a chance. Mother nature is jaw-droppingly powerful.


Two Thirty: a poem

Two Thirty One million nights in a row Laying here at war with my mind Exhausted from the day before Though my thoughts do not to care They go there... To the far reaches of my memory Digging up my doubts and my fears With spades made of pain and wielded by ghosts from years …

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Frail leaves fall, brown and yellow Swept away by the living breeze That changes all that it brushes against And carries with it the smells of autumn. The tender ones blow away And the trees become barren A bleak scene left before the snow falls. And then, Spring.