Life, Death and Tumble Weed
life, death and tumbleweed
I have never encountered tumbleweed
in all of its restless rolling glory
never really thought about it
until just now.
if you ask me why now
my mind would appear
as a new page
filled with potential
but all unformed
brown dried skeletal lace
at the mercy
of every wind that blows
crackling scraping
it was once green
leafed and filled with life
rooted into the soil
beneath passing cloud
the motions of sun and moon
in death it moves
with thin fragile beauty
free.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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