I scatter storm clouds to bring clarity to forecasts
and dance around rain showers to bring healing to the downcast
clean debris from the malnourished sands run out of time and rinse language to the rhythm of the nutrifying tide
sweep the secrets of the centuries beneath the prairie lands
and let them leach into the seeds that sew the dreams of many hands
I’ll write a message on the landscapes in reoccurring integers
distributed through a handshake as my unofficial signature
turn the hurried winds and tempests into summer’s loving breeze
and let my breath collect as droplets settled softly on the leaves
my thoughts stream through valley brooks and trickle gently into being
collect as sediments that rest against the soil to which they feeding
my speech roots through layers underneath of what’s visually observable
and keeps true to feed the acres where the creeks create their curvature
I clean the water’s currents so the stones can glisten vibrantly
while the sheltered lizards shiver and the turtles travel silently
Lighted and invited to the surface for their warming
turning winter’s frozen waters for the nurture of their calling
ladles pouring maple’s core in colors golden as the morning
while the churning maidens turning nature’s blessing for the serving
morning yearning for the mourning doves enduring warnings from the minutes of intoxicating sunSets – and after waiting comes Rest
I breath Peace into sleeping spirits resting from the day’s appearance
a myriad of beating hearts receiving healing b’neath the Keeper’s watch
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