green viney thing, tendrils hang over and around the barren
shepherd’s crook…gone the feeders of colibries, the hummingbirds…
still verdant in far away southwest Georgia, trees, flora, pines reaching to the baby
blue sky…then…amazingly, a spirited zephyr has the viney leaves waving at me,
moving, dancing, but…of course…just for a moment.
Breezes like moisture in a desert rarely pass by these parts so rejoice…i say…
Oxenrider, Steffan
10/1/21
