A Dust Devil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A Dust Devil



Wind picking up, getting louder.
Suddenly a dust devil appears in a
cloud of dust, spinning up the
mountainside, pulling whatever will
come up with it together.
Climbing - ever faithful - then the
wind dies down and it disappears
into dust, lying once again upon
the ground until the next one comes
along.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Matthias Pantaleon 17 March 2014

That is evident that whatever goes up must come down. I like how you create a scene from this natural occurance. I was beginning to picture the scenario. Bravo!

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