Desert Wind Poem by Hugh Mitchell

Snapped at my friend today
and he at me
that never happens
how can it be?

Tonight the air is thick
heavy with warning
of powerful events
tomorrow morning.

The Ghibli's come again
snapping huge trees
flipping loose roofs
Lord of Unease.

The sky an orange mist
sun pale and sickly
wind brings invading sand
to house and body.

Life is on hold meanwhile
we bow to its power

later there will be rain
and desert flowers.