I wrote this while I sat under a big maple tree during a thunderstorm and was moved by every sense I experienced.

After the thunderstorm occurs simultaneously,
You have come gently,
Waving posture,
This is for whom dancing，
Oh, for me!
After wind and rain baptism,

A haiku on storms.

A haiku on thunderstorms.

When the evening sun is setting,

And the breeze has left the sea,

A short poem about the yearning that’s keeping me going through the winter.

Here are two stories both occurring on November 24th. One in 1971 and the other in 1999. They are both stories of the extreme cold, the first how one man chose to risk his life for money, the second of how many lost theirs through being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

For the GM.

Poetry and Photography for one smile.

Let the storm rage
Let come the heavy rains
Embrace the thunderstorm
Feel the autumn in your veins

Don?t pay attention to the ignorant
Or their desperate attempts to make you feel bad
they will certainly not succeed, they can.