Feathers, Leaves, Sticks and Stones

Blown in by a dust devil...

Dancing dust devil spun
a small gyration of dust
carrying remnants of scattered earth,
leaving random odds and ends
on my upper floor unswept tile.


Whirl to my head feathers
a recent gust to soul
transporting fragments of strewn thoughts,
arriving haphazard sticks and stones
returning, requesting my mind's attention...