1- Angry Wind

The wind is angry
I don’t know why
I didn’t do anything to it

It bangs the tree against my office window
Making me lose my train of thought
And halts the flow of my poem

The wind has a temper

It knocks boxes
From the neighbour’s recycle bin
Rattles my door
Wreaks havoc with the leaves
Jangles noisily in the eaves

Maybe it is trying
To tell me something in its rage
But no matter how hard I listen
I cannot begin to decipher the message
Of its noisy blowing
The wisps of messages it shatters
Against the steady brick walls of my house
The clatter that rises
Above the beating of my own heart


2- Usal Beach Under The Fog

From a high-perched position,
Looking down on small bush, few trees,
Hand over squinted eyes that peer through the
Haze of blue-grey placidity,
Yet still unsettled in my soul,
Fine swirls of particled mist delicately bop,
And touch my troubled face,
As I watch for you through the swirls of moist gauze,
Listen for your voice over the sound of the softly moving waters.