time walks
echoes talk
concrete carved dreams
cast shadow
images
lost within waves
of sand
ocean drift
canvas shaded dreaming
light dancing
shift
cold winter blues
shift
long summer nights
shift
blood droplets fall
water free circles
shift
great oak shade
girl child seeds
call to truth
rain across a woman’s
sight
shift
fingerprint dust
wind blows
rust recedes
a waterfall’s exception
shift
tomorrow
I was looking for the "celebration," but had a hard time finding it in your words to this poem. Perhaps, you mean that as we age, we have to shift our priorities.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Ron