I think this is my favorite poem you've shared so far. It's imbued with such grace and a deep resonance that gives the poem a feel of something classic, to be memorized and read again, and again, and again.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
Nature and her rampages are on both our minds today: excellently penned, loved your word selection.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be safe,
Karen
Thank you for sharing,
Deborah
Dust devils mean evil spirits to the Navajos...
So they avoid them, as the impending storm.
Great Pen!
Ron