West Wind


 I am born of the West  wind 

Storm clouds boil around me 

Splitting the sky with lightning 

Howling winds assail me 

Producing a terror 

That can only bring comfort when it’s finished 

It gives the high desert life 

But not without scars 

Lightning leaves her mark 

Smooth glass on the surface 

Turning over secrets in the soil 

Little discoveries 

If nothing else, a reminder of the night intention and power meeting 

The winds scatter 

Sweeping the landscape clean 

Shifting the energy 

Nature’s broom 

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