Pine straw welcome / by Zander Ford

The Wind

She visited my space last night

She spoke of poems

She laid her head upon my soft pine straw floor

She danced with the essence rising from her cousin Earth


The Wind

She sang sweet songs to

My space last night

Left her footprints where mine had just been


She engulfed the mess Iā€™d left behind

Swept it clean

Fresh

Alighted love remembrances

Gifts for sweet Morning

To find