rebel wind
of beauty bursting
dusty scars
defy the day
slipped beyond
the need for wisdom
quiet took not time
to pray

for better harvests
soaking rains
nights to faith we laid
naked as the ring
beneath the bark

celebrate
the empty fields
disgruntled grace of thunder
of briar
sans the memory of bite
of teardrops tapped
along the roof
rusted tin and rainbow –
visions saved
for grieving
another morning
storm

. . .