Saturday, June 25, 2011


Born in the rage of the bitter North Wind
Steered by the west wind’s gusts and gasps
Wandering a prairie with no place to begin
Taking refuge together; while stillness lasts

Wandering again through a long winter storm
Tumbling always across the windswept plains
March winds welcome reluctant spring with scorn
The tumbleweed seeks shelter from the rain

Summer growth has captured the weed
Consumed and drawn to mix with the earth
Burying with it replenishing seeds
In a warm fertile bed for rebirth

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