The Words Aren’t Perfect




The words aren’t perfect
But they really don’t need to be
Leaving behind the beach &
Chilly winds coming off the sea
She could’ve done much better
But something about me caught
Like a rash that wouldn’t go away
Lucky me! Somehow she thinks I’m hot


Catching Her Skirt In The Wind




Catching her skirt in the wind
Weathering this day nonetheless
Hair whipping across her face
Flustered; such a beautiful mess
A chilly day among the Highlands
Her tartan blowing in the breeze
The magic of something almost seen
My mind caught up in nature’s tease