Roots spread
Tentacle fingers grasping
Searching for the darkness below
A place to burrow in
To claim earths soul.
Hands reaching upward
Ready to pluck
Each falling star that drifts down,
Icy like snowflakes
Falling on me
Dreams move in and out
Thoughts wrap like cotton batting
Round and round
Enveloping in a gentle sigh
In between days
In between worlds.
Up and down
As feet lift off solid ground
Dancing in the maelstrom
Spinning furiously
Laughter splits the air
Coyote yipping in the close distance
Life and death
And all that remains eternal


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I am a sometimes poet on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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