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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