Mooribound thoughts in grey sliced by a jagged indigo wind! Shatter across the frozen tundra of the mind… Then conclude at the dead end of human wisdom. Gray truth of depression speaking again! Hopeless dry snow! Cold powdered emotion! Stinging the eyes and faces of all daring to come near, Offering the salve of cheerful … More Lost

New Wind Blowing

I am Arizona red cotton blowing in the wind… Not knowing where I will land… Or what I will become, or if I shall transcend; If I’ll be lowly; or if I’ll be grand… When the wind lies still and I shall descend, Planted anew in this arid land… Gentle rains come! On you I … More New Wind Blowing