Saturday, January 7, 2017
Somewhere on a mysterious meadow
there is a windmill
built deeply into fibers
of the environment.
Its maple blades have oscillated
in front of sunsets
that photographers could not even
find the coordinates to.
As it overlooks a history
of memories, shadows dance
behind dandelion stems
which contain hidden shapes
of the future. Time gazes
at the windmill to determine
its place in the universe.
Windmill, don’t stop your amazing movement
that requires travelers to pull over
to the edge of the road to witness
a gentle breeze that is always strong enough
to put out the flames
that threaten the beauty of nature.