coolhandluke

blue spirit

myriad emotions
stir thickening air
to a whirlwind tornado
of oily dispair;
i must forgoe
myself a rest
upon the rocks
of jagged misery;
the wind
of yonder mountain scent
draws me close
into her warmth
and nurses me out of my funk;
she fills my veins with the blood of Life
so never will i doubt
my place is here among her kin
the blessed mountain fog