End of April 2020

Wind moving

Dry sand across the porch

Crickets are back, too

In the roaring surf

Just a cry of a sea-gull

What a silence!

Yellow morning

The street is empty still

Save the magpie

After the thunder

The street is darker

And still empty

Convention center

Hawks use the thermic

And glide away

At the bus stop

Letting each bus pass

And the rain

Flock of

Wild geese

Into the morning

Beech in fall leaves

Elder showing spring green

Skylark passes both

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