“When the wind blows hard on a tree, the roots stretch and grow the stronger.
Let it be so with us.”
Each year about this time, strong winds come down from Canada along the spine of the Rockies Mountains, kicking up dust as they shove their way across this rugged landscape.
While intimidating at times, it’s more than just an impressive display of physical force. These winds mark the time between the seasons in the west and signal migratory animals to begin their journeys.
Here’s a haiku I wrote while watching one such wind storm.
winds begin to roar
trees curl their toes under rocks
nature turns over