Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Where tumbleweeds go

 She's discovered now

where the tumbleweeds go

as they tumble further down

the windswept road

her body slumbers now

in the tall grass roots

where she had planted

her wild heart long ago

while her spirit soars 

on smoky raven wings

through storms of stardust

and moonlit thunder snow

her words, yes her words

they carry on

as lifting as feathers

as enduring as Poe

the weather she's known

in barren western lands

gathering love and hope

that she continues to sow

what she has given through

her beautiful, varied scars

to bless so many hearts

that she will never know 


- for my very dear friend, Ronda


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