A Like

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We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks

We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation

Fly sky, loud clouds

Crowns found

Why cry

We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine

Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10

My Genesis

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Maybe we needed That Wind
That Spirit, changing us from within

Raging ‘gainst our window’s panes
Rattling our beliefs about what’s right

When morning came
Sand was shook and rock now stands

How much longer would the night have been
Praise God for That Wind

Friday in French

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A wind I’ve not heard before
Today
A rush upon the rain
An energy
A constant speaking, the whirring
A struggle to understand
Some language I believe in
And cannot yet decode
Thus, a dread

Faith filled,
I will not prophesy
But beware

Screaming Chicken

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The wind will not rest

It’s simply will not

Nor shall the sun go down on your calamity

Unending prayers sent up
I, each eve’
Displacing your sleep

If you wonder when it will stop
When the quiet will find you
Come to me in courage
Screaming on your knees

To say goodbye

Call To Action: Our Haikus

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Venus reminds us
To come out from our corners
To follow our bliss

Would that her winds speak
In amber daydreamer’s tongue 
And beckon us back

Original Thought Credit: “Follow your bliss. If you do follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while waiting for you….” -Joseph Campbell

Blue Boy

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The wind blew him in, the one I noticed

Late fall or early — does it matter, for he was the perfect shades of blue and blush

Minding his own damn business, but for feasting in my wildflower garden

I had seed to spare and time

There was not a thing more important than to study an old-new friend that day

Eastern not Western, and I knew him some lifetime before

Incandescent Day

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We were tired
Eager to see whether we could slip off our shoes
Unleash the day in a most irresponsible manner
Letting exhaustion have its way

And, behold!
It was okay!

Morning arrived in its happy manner
Offering another chance to sing and smile
To brave the wind, stare at the sun in wonder
Then find contentment again at day’s end