Haiku & Poem

Childhood Memories of a Duststorm

A strengthening breeze
A great wind comes from the south
I am lost in dust


Poem 3

A cool wind blow across my face
And leads me gently down
Across the meadows of the hills
And wandering to the town
I have gone
I have come
I am changed
Yet still numb.


March 24, 2015 10:22 pm