Wind blowing gently across the earth, leaving idle patterns <br />behind for nature to enjoy. <br /> <br />Swallowing dust it stirs, choking off and on, swirling <br />dust devils, grasping anything not held down, hurling it <br />all towards the sky. <br /> <br />Letting go suddenly, reaching out, landing in a heap upon <br />the ground. <br /> <br />Social outcasts swept with dirt, sent flying away to do it <br />all again.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-devils-4/
