Winds Of The Devil

Betwixt needle-shaped pines and conifers

Thee findeth yourself in a lively vale

With evergreens like lodgepoles and sugars

Whence the sky cav’d in on path and trail

Iron and manganese crystallized

Wast hath found in metamorphic bedrock

Blackened granitic cracks be vulcanized

Fair lichen line said country rock

Standing amongst yucca and prickly pear

Thee findeth thy sight blackened and hazy

Eft to beest brain-deaf liketh a waxed ear

Regardless of brass, earth, or boundless sea

The winds of the devil are what linger

So yond Moon Maiden coaxes rain as ‘twere

© Niklen 1/7/25