Waiting for the rain,I sit and sun myself inrays of half-baked…
eternal longingfor rays of healing and warmdesert sunshine days
History untoldspeaks in…
In darkened hues of…
Wind dances in allblustery, swinging her skirtsto the tune of Fall.
A Haiku
I am not alone!The Universe holds me closeand I become love.
She spins in beauty,intricate and delicatecreativity.
Tiny striped lizardzips past with dancing feet andmagical powers.
