~Harmattan~
MIghty winds do howl
Entombed memories unearthed
Fiercely blinding dust
Dirt Devils of Time
Vortices of Past Lives spin
Banished Harmony
Riding out the storm
Marshaled Graces battened down
Raging Emotion
Labors Supernal
Altered Vision resculpts Mind
Sand dunes born anew
Copyright 2010 by CG McGovern-Bowen.
All Rights Reserved. 12/05/10.
Santa Rosa Valley, California.
Regis
Anna
A new word for me.
Your gift shines here.
Blessings ... r
Carole~
Peace, love and light,
Amber
This speaks to one who lived in deserts for ten years, Saudi and Kuwait - the early year duststorm - we called it the shamal - sent fine powder everywhere, past the window jambs, under the doors, into the eyes, ears, nose and worst of all between the teeth, i can still feel that grit...i should've worn wise native headdress..sorry, i'm rambling but you set me off.
luv 'Vortices of Past Lives spin'...whirling dervishes...and the final line is so right, the dunes had new shape and new character after each event.
John
Namasre