snapping trees

trees snap when the wind hits

ninety-four miles per hour

strangely, the type of tree, height

thin or thick factors cancel

each other out leaving the speed

of the wind as the determining factor

nearly all split under

the same degree of stress

watercolor storm sky

a watercolor storm sky

of billowing clouds of grays

agonized purple and yellow

tortured by erupting orange

from angry, mottled blues

edging toward precipitating

their slivers of ice and shafts

of slashing rain when placating

winds shift their proximity

allowing sunshine to mediate

the argument to tete-a tetes of spring

life above and below

haiku

giddy with whitecaps

wind-driven frenzied surface

hints of life below

needle pliers

fir and pine, evergreen and ever gossips

wiggle and bend together in their stands

needles clack and whisper as they knit

tales of the adventures of their seedlings

whose cones were carried afar

by birds and friendly winds

and horror stories

of the foolishness of man

vehement

 tall, tall pines

side by side

their tops gesticulating

bending, twisting

arguing with the wind

funny how sadness

funny how sadness for me

begins with not wanting

to do anything

or be with anyone

only when i’ve been hermitized

for days do i realize

i need to walk in the wind

to regain perspective

and my love of life

morning after

morning after

pines still after a night of rain

drops coalescing at needle tips

and dropping one by scattered one

as the wind, tired, subsides

we have drunk full

we have drunk full, my love
swelled with the rynthm of incoming waves pounding earthly shore
connecting anemone, zebra,
and human

we have felt the tumult
of birthing waves roiled by breezes, currents, tides
our peace landed in stars

we have known
hovering, intense sky
algid, bleak, raw cold
embrittled bare twigs scratching
at ice-laced windows when frost
has cemented each breath of life
and each inhalation burned

you reached out
reminding me that love
like life
is gift watched over by angels

my love, we have drunk the wind

anticipating autumn

anticipating autumn

haiku

pines bend to the wind

gossip mountain laurel will

soon bare soul—and branch

            mjNordgren  7/20/22  Welches

showoff storm

showoff storm

watercolor sky

and seascape

changing in the hail

wind gusts causing gulls

to land like drunken sailors

and ruffling tail and wing

feathers as they huddle

on the beach

sudden torrents of rain

beating, roiling sand

beneath the surface

to muddy gold-brown

churning the water

into foam white and gray-green

purple-blue in the shadows

of black-purple-gray clouds