Something about plaid

its interwoven stripes form

squares in heather tones

Hurling needles of

ice, wind and rain fight it out

a perfect battle

within their four walls

was much talking and laughing

before the third wave

The miles between us

in times of separation

bind us and keep us

A woman alone

with her thoughts and memories

drinks a cup of tea

Wherever we are

At this moment of reading

we are together

A bird contemplates

the promise of a new day

a morning shower

A tiny flower

how delicate, how strong to

counter this deluge

A fresh smell of earth

Absorbing the gift of rain

An open window