Dance of a Tumbleweed

The wind cries
In the deep blue sky
Bidding the dance to begin
Imbuing the days ahead
With hues from a old vague dream

Too vague to remember
The leaves tinged red in November
Were once emerald green
No one recalls
The rhythm pulsating life into the dead
Dried up stream

There is only the sun-bruised and desiccated mind

Bobbing on the sea of ignorance
Like an aimless fishing float in the naked ocean
Up and down and up and down

In rolling, it rolls
In dancing, it dances
In tumbling, it tumbles
Till the wind dies down


Inspired by the tumbleweed picture and written on 4 April 2007.