The Same Air Twice

Captured here
in the breath
curled
under my fingers
is all I could
hold, all
of you I could
save.

Haiku 4.15

Hats, scarves and trees torn
by gale-force winds. Tulips bloom
in an old shed’s lee.

frantic swirling yellow
and insolently red leaves
bite at the air

Tea kettles burble
in gray cubicles. Crisp winds
face palm the window.

Splash in the vibrant
Dance of windswept laughter and
Satiating rain.

Cold night winds
broom stars
away from the moon

Night breeze rustles blinds
wafts under thick quilts, summer’s
first open window