I am thinking in poetry today,

little lines sifting through

the space in my mind

trickling down to fingers

and lips, carried out on 

the air, blinking on screens

looking out the window

at the falling rain

sparks a train of poetry

that winds its way

across the screen

finding a home scented 

with apricot pie

Rain
Wisps of rain slip down the window
Fogging the glass in gentle circles
Drops trickle down, plashing on grass
Wisps turn into streams as
The downpour steadily increases

Droplets suspended in time for
But a moment, before hurrying on
To wet the dark earth beneath
The glistening grasses
And soak their thirsty roots.

Wind
Rolling twixt earth and sky,
She moves swiftly over land.
Tendrils of her hair trail
Through sun soaked lands
While she roars over forests
Trees bow shakily as she passes
Grasses wave gaily in greeting