So now comes the wind --
Our winter's downhill neighbor
testing the hinges.
From beyond, somewhere
in a distant mountain place,
it comes to life.
It finds its power --
it scours the dead and dying --
it tries to take you.
But you bow your head.
You divert your swollen eyes.
It passes over.
A born acrobat,
Tumbleweed pulls up her skirts
and scatters her seeds.
It takes what it wants
leaving man and beast behind
tumbling into Spring.
From Writer's Cramp @ Wordpress
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