3/27/20: Thinking of Other Times

sunset—wheat blown

in each gust’s direction

without concern

12/27/19: Transition

in sleep,

a sort of surf, on waking

a squall

11/8/19: The Change

while I slept

a storm—and every leaf left

fell in one night

10/16/19: The First Really Cold Day in Chicago

shoulders hunched as

gusts steal every abandoned