I Hide, You Find

The winds have found me
once more where

white cotton puffs grow
out of the shoots seeded

from shallow furrows.
Red clay, this ground

sifting, as time shifts
its weights and balances.

Mimosa trees tease
my senses

fanning fronds.
Kissing this fragrance deep

in my longings
as I dream

of telltale sweet
delicate aromas

infusing hope.
Exotic for the growing ground

around here
for the likes of you and I.

Blowing and pitting.
Bending me in its direction.

Yes, you have found me.
Will you know me
when you find me, again?

SadieLu 1/23/2010

Nice job!

excellent!!

It is GREAT to have found your words here once more.
Your envisions, your wisdoms, once-more to explore!!!
Finding your fragrance exotically pure to adore.


Glad to READ YA again girlly,,,,and I now FEEL a deep-breath,
knowing your where you want to be,,,and still with smiles..
YEAHHHHHHHHHH

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