Rooster crows early
Fog is a cozy blanket
Sun also snoozes

Branches shake above
Something heavy this way comes
Squirrel sticks the landing

Trees reach for the sky
Forever praising the Lord
While we choose ourselves

Squirrel climbs an oak
Canine hunter in pursuit
Tree and dog barking

Horizon ablaze
Trees in their autumn glory
Comes late in Texas

Lost and lonely gull
Flying over the dry plains
Please return to sea

I have no more toes
Bubbly water was a trick
Piranhas got me

The wind is biting
Like a mad ravenous wolf
February morn

The moon in daytime
Conversing with golden sun
God's governors meet

A purple flower
Shivering in the cold air
Both of us need warmth

Standing in the midst
What's supposed to be a pond
Frog cannot go splash

The voice of the clouds
On a mostly sunny day
Tall grass is waving

Cracked and spongy is
The ground on which I take steps
Not yet enough rain

A swarm of rain drops
Searching for a way inside
Midnight thunderstorm

The drought is broken
Rain came, washed away the pain
Our God has spoken

The sting of fire
Surprises me on flower
Ouch! Texas ants...itch!!

The crack in the ground
Thirsty scorched dirt all around
Ever widening

The wind whips through trees
Neither uproots nor destroys
Leaves are just tickled

Two-story building
Taller than an eleven
Balcones at fault

Sharing His story
Shining with the Lord’s glory
The stars in Heaven