3520 An October windRustles the bright red ivy:Stone church half covered Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3513 Atop Arthur’s SeatWind fills both my ears with sound—I am out of breath Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3490 Spider’s made its webIn our window, curled upIn morning crosswind Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3388 Wind rustles the treesAround the park, red ball rollsDown the chute (née slide) Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3355 Hotel QuarantineDay 10: Freedom! A cold windGreets us at the door Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3238 Rain crosses the roof:“Welcome, 2021.”Wind howls in response Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
3074 Exit gore dotted With small piles of bright clothing Waving in hot wind Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2931 Cold Leap Day morning: Wind carries the ground cover Mulch smell past the park Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2817 Scratching on concrete: Gusts blow a park full of leaves Quickly past our feet Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2788 Crows on power lines— Scrawny legs just visible When the wind moves trees Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
