Beautiful bird-forms
Flutter in my consicousness,
Fly beyond my grasp.

Red-feathered flutter,
Brilliant against dawn's thick fog,
Wakes me, disappears.

West wind carries scents
Of falling, sun-heated leaves.
Cools body, warms heart.
(Pub. Spring, 1997 in “In Dappled Sunlight,” a book by the National Library of Poetry)

Winter’s ice pellets,
Carried by late evening gusts,
Make music on glass.