No Hiking Today

Ominous cloud mass,
Fallen leaves writhe in frenzy.
Not hiking weather

Savannah

Summer warms the plain;
Many paths have crossed this land;
Which way shall we go?

Spring Rain

Springtime rain descends
Winter never seems to end
When will summer come?

Summer Comes

Springtime sun shines down.
Sea and sand are warming now.
Soon the tourists come.

Drifting

Drifting on through time
Winter snow turns now to spring
New life is dawning

My Mother

They live, learn, and age,
Old friends sadly vegetate.
You age, learn, and live.

Frosty

Frost-encrusted grass,
Foggy breath before my face.
A winter's morning.