If dust is my extant

I would flow with the wind,

drink the sip of rain

and moisturize in the sun.

I will shield the flower

which grew in my hut

Of mud and bare rusty field. 

Letting the petals fall won't

make my flower wither;

Hosting the autumn fair

would may rent it tears

Yet I will pick the flakes 

Of my yellow crusts  

and pour my existence to 

Its withered layers

Again drinking the sip 

Of sun and rain 

I will make it bloom 

over the seven heavens. 

You're either wet or you're dry

Flooded or on fire

Sunny with clouds or without

Rainy in crazy granny-square patches

that exist only in 30 mile increments as I drive

You're either chilly or sweltering

Except at your edges

Which lack proper circulation

To keep them at the cozy temperatures

that allow you to grow gods-know-what year round

You're either lush or barren

Full or empty

Green or golden as stated

Grasses swaying in the constant high winds

that blow regardless of whether there are leaves to fall

You're either growing or dying

People file in or out

Cities boom or bust

As you lure more in with promises of hopes and dreams

that your fickle, flippant nature can only half grant

You're either where I was born or where I will die

You're halfway there

The rest depends really

On whether you can win me over despite the fact

that your lightning has no thunder to hold me down

I love winter

though my boots may give me a blister,

but at least there won’t be any bugs

to interrupt when I sip hot cocoa from my mug.

All snuggled in and cozy

with the tip of my nose all rosy

I sit by the fireplace

and look for a book to embrace.

once in a frosty slumber--

now set free

freely blowing,

the wind whispers.

a hint of warm air

brushes my cheeks

the promise of freedom

tickles every bud

yearning to be

set free

dawn blushes

earlier than ever,

welcoming in a soft

morning glow

as the Earth wakes,

golden sunshine melts

a gelid meadow,

its' vitality now apparent

Persephone's homecoming

is met with fruitful joy.

the thawing frost

ushers in a new beginning