from “Crooked Dreams”
Grandmother Wind
hair tangled like winter trees
blue with snow
crooked knees bent like
branches
arms akimbo reaching for
the sky
wearing ragged jeans and
combat boots
indigo skirt spangled with
stars
she sings to herself as she wanders
into our dreams
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I love this imagery. The last two lines are particularly beautiful!
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Brilliant!
Thanks!
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Love the mystical in this poem.
Thanks, Alissa.