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


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