On a plane

Wild eyes follow you

transforming words into art.

As you poise

glance sideways

blue hair flows,

guided by your turn

there is only you.

King’s Meadow

Leaves falling down

across the path

 

birds flying overhead

green is the grass

brown are the trees

 

squirrels climbing high

branches hanging low

crows in the air

then on the ground

 

windy weather all around