flying purple clouds

flying purple clouds

crossing my wide window

in a second and a half

south to north as though

late for an appointment

an anxiety i know well

gossips

haiku

twisted pines grumble, growl

infiltrated by fierce wind

blabbing private news

arrogant air

haiku

top of cedar bows

to insistence of fierce wind

demanding homage

momentary stillness

wind whips frenzied pines

allegro to presto gusts

clang windchimes beyond melody

twist the light-catcher to flashes

then momentary stillness

as the wind catches his breath

putting on airs

air galivants, twisting, spiraling

flipping directions in all curved corners

of a sphere we cannot see

except as it pushes playfully

or with malice against limbs

furling, flaming, flaunting flags

causing whispered murmurings in pines

whipping dust up into devils

dropping in gray-purple funnels

as tornados or gleefully lifting birds

on unseen highway thermals

air is an active creature we humans

pretend is still until it blows us over