Waiting for the Storm

Drowning in throat coating dust dragging deep dry breathes thick through burning nose down into dry lashed lungs on arid August afternoons with lawn long gone brown the sandy soil scorched naked wind whipping up small dust devils plastering particles of sand to sweat soak on skin exposed to reddening low slung searing sun and […]

Zephyr — A Poem about March Winds (that came in April this year).

Ruckus winds rustle up dust and pollen Much to my red-eyed stuffy nosed chagrin Blowing snow mold from greening grasses and picking up Spring’s pouring puddles placing them in soft slow cumulus clouds that patrol above like sentinels on watch over birds scouting for nesting real estate and us walking the recently unclothed yard hunting […]