Winds circle

wheat tops

twisting stems

into spasms

like thieves running

over dried leaves

and dead branches


sunshine strikes

window surfaces

when passing clouds

allow percussion’s

of light to pass around

dense mist


the ground thirsts

for rain

the blood of soil





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