SISTER....

Red dirt twister sister, the wind is in your soul,
Coyotes call, you hear, and understand them.

Clouds are on the move, you watch them come and go,
Like your racing thoughts.

What’s that sound? Rumbling of thunder like a heart beat,
Storm is rollin’ in, the smell of ozone wakens memories.
Startled by the sound of bird wings flying low, rain drops scatter,
Down pour.

Sister, let it wash away your sorrow……