Winds of Change

A cold Nor’easter blows.
Bringing something with it
What nobody knows
And so they sit

A warm Santa Anna brushes
The valley. Dry
As the world hushes
To Nature’s lullaby

Gulf Breezes Dance
Through time
Across sands
Warmed by sunshine

No one knows
From whence they came
Where must they Go?
These Winds of Change



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