mimicking water
rushing through roaring rapids
wind in sycamores
mimicking water
rushing through roaring rapids
wind in sycamores
strange rhythms in dream
wind drumming with open lid
empty garbage bin
tall grass do the wave
in the direction we ride
with wind at our back
creaking through the night
like waves buffeting the roof
roaring winds of March
mid morning concert
leaves in trees and on sidewalks
two different tunes