So Now Comes The Wind

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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.

 

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Xantico’s Garden

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OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAA garden unfolds. Tended by three dark sisters with bright colored skirts.

Xantico watched – the old Aztec fire god gave it a blessing.

Somewhere there’s water. Search for it. It lies below broken stone and sand.

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is a good place. Unseen basins filled with sand hold the key to life.

This is a cruel place. Exposed to wind, sereing sun and winter’s cold breath.

The story begins. A seed falls in a crevice — that could be the end.

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABut it is deep down — not destined to be eaten. It will bide its time.

Winds blow and snow falls. It is a living thing and it will bide its time.

Sun scorches, fire burns, it is lying protected in its deep sanctum.

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAsh and dust blow in. Rain falls — the stones shed water into its cradle.

The seed awakens. What bad fortune placed it there?  How can it survive?

It bursts its hard shell and sends out tentative roots.  Time is critical.

 

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A toehold is gained and soon it secures its own place deep among the rocks.

A shoot, a small leaf, and a thorny twig appear reaching for the light.

Conditions are right. A little rain and sunlight is good – not too much.

 

 

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So many things could go wrong – but it is alive. It will bide its time.

An accident of placement and sheer persistence brought it this far.

Adversity and determination combined with fortune win out.

 

 

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Life is very hard. Not all struggles end this way. It’s good that some do.

 

 

 

 

 

Tattletale Chronicles – Winter

 

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The wind driven rain

Sneaks under the door unseen

The cat has wet paws

 

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IMG_20141217_120307Drama at dawn ends…

Hawk’s talons clutch a quail

Fat hare saw it all

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Sunless day with crunching snow

Sleet pecks at her face

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IMG_20141217_120435Jackrabbit escapes

Limping through the dry saltbush

He had a close call

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A croaking frog-like song

They fly off unseen

 

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Autumn Wind

Howling, relentless

wind – roaring in from the north

penetrates my bones.

Where is it going?

It’s in a hurry and wants

to take me along.

Dust flies in the air

obscuring the mountain views.

The world turns dull gray.

Like a steeplechase,

Tumbleweeds race each other

to some finish line.

Quail crouch in the sage.

We are thankful for shelter

on these windy days.

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