ToRnaDo WiNdS

There are days
When I am shamed
When I am lost within the
shadow shades
Dressed proudly in the
blackness
Running fields of screaming
flowers
Refilling cups of molten pain

There are nights
When I am witness
To only patterns on the wall
My gaze cast down and
sideways
To the nothingness, the fall

Then... there are twighlites
when I dance with trees
Ripple air and sing with
breeze
Entranced within the
drenching rain
Cleansed and filled
Alive again, and

There are dawns
When I fashion birds
In colours of a day break's
words
When I break fast on the song
within
Am filled with hope to live
again

And, these seasons
I have come to know
As life and death and love's
soft glow
The fall and rise of all that is
Tornado winds
Of life's mixed kiss

M P 23/4/21

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