Where daffodils grow,
 
there is where I like to go
 
when the March winds blow.

 
 
 

Though I keep watching
 
for plum blossoms to appear,
 
March brings chilling winds.

 
 
 

Nipped by winter winds,
 
I pray for one thing only:
 
cherry-blossom rain.

Winds

 
 
 

first storm of autumn—
 
buffeting winds drive the crow
 
away from her nest

Singing

 
 
 

singing half a song
 
when the other half is lost
 
to the prairie winds

Eagle

 
 

great eagle rises
 
trusting himself to the winds
 
to carry him home

Winds

 
 

the old man’s longing—
 
how far the winds of autumn
 
reach into his hair

Trusting

 
 

old raven rises
 
trusting himself to the winds
 
that carry him home

Skirt

 
 
 

her skirt ballooning
 
lifted by salacious winds
 
this Easter morning

Quake

 
 
 

When howling west winds
 
level farms and villages,
 
even strong men quake.