Winterblown

   The damp air

    Thick and

   Moist

   Cover your

   Eyelids

   While Morns'

    Daughter

    Traipses down

   The dirt track

   Dew droplets

  On wild desert flowers

  Yellow Orange

  White and Violets

  Catch the T morning

 Unnoticed

 As if not to

Ignore but

Wait for some

Warmth from

An early sunshine

Denied by the

Cirrus floss that

Envelop

And the whole

World goes about

Turning tilting

But then

Axis cold as

Razor cracks the

Dawn rays

Now and then

Its  just about

Your Good

Morning so to

Speak

Wherefore

Whither

Will the turn

Of events

Unravel

Look

See

The birds in unison

Acroos through

The clouds

And the Wandering

Minstrel is

Winterblown