The Wind at Twilight

Hello Lavender, yes, I was in a spiritual mood when I wrote this. I'm glad you understood my feelings towards Nature, be it flora or fauna. Thanks for that, best, Gracy

Dear Jerry, thanks for your comments. We don't get sandstorms in the apple valley, but there are out on the steppes, especially now that there's been so much devastation due to hydroelectric dams, paved highways and much more. Sandstorms are natural, but humankind has made them worse, or else made them disappear, as in your case around Phoenix.
I'm glad this poem brought back memories. Hope you're well. Regards to all your family, Gracy

Dear Geez, yes, sandstorms are scary. As I said in another comment, the winds in our valley were powerful and felled poplars, but they were not sandstorms. However, as a child, I was afraid of them. They kept me up at night, knowing that my Dad would be upset about the crops. And he was, we were sent off to fill baskets of the bruised apples which were then sent off to make cider. Very good cider!

We also have dustbowls in central Patagonia, where the steppes are. Partly due to damage done by corporations. We're all being punished for our collective behavior, that's what I believe.
All the best and thanks for sharing your memories and your kind comments. Best, Gracy

Thank you, Lynn, I'm glad you like the title and the picture I attempted to show. You're encouraging me to continue writing, thanks for that, Gracy

Dear Teddy, I'm glad you like my poem. You're lucky to live in an area where there are no powerful winds or sandstorms. What more can I say, except thank you for always encouraging and commenting on my poems. Tis a bit difficult, because nowadays I hardly speak English to anybody. When I have supper with my daughter, we speak Spanish because her husband is Argentine. Diana and I speak English when we go on our daily walks in our small area. With the lockdown, we had to give up our weekly Burako sessions. Have you ever played Burako?
All the best and thank you again,Gracy

Dear Teddy, Burako is a game of numbers, written on large plastic cubes, like bigger than dominoes. It's best played with a minimum of 4 people, but 2 or 3 is OK. One has to make sequences of 7 numbers of the same colour, can use two jokers to complete;
or 7 cubes with say, all red 4's, or a "dirty" one with different coloured 4's. The grand challenge is to make a sequence of only jokers, 7 of them. Each challenge has different values and after each game the totals are summed up and so on till everybody gets tired and one has coffee or tea with cakes; gossip is hilarious.
Any language is easy to learn if your parents speak it to you when you're still in the cradle. Children learn with great facility, they learn grammar without knowing any of the rules. They recite poems by heart without understanding them, yet. Aristotle said in his Poetica and Rethorics that it's good to exercise the memory. I agree with him. It's the first part of learning to understand and associate with illustrations in the books and so on.
I also learned Spanish, but at the rural school and then at the bilingual boarding school in Buenos Aires.
Thanks for taking an interest, I love interchanging ideas on topics that crop up here. Take care, all the best, Gracy

Dear Chima, thanks for visiting and commenting my poem. I'm glad you relate to it in a good way.
I attempt to make readers' imagination fly, sometimes it works, so I'm happy that it happens to you. All the best, Gracy
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Hello raj, so glad you've returned after a long absence. Thank you for your kind comments, I wrote it when I was desolate because some loved ones had died. Long ago, it's therapy for me to write poems or short stories.
I'm hoping to read some of your poems, will search now for them. Keep safe, Gracy

My pleasure as well, raj. Do post more, I enjoy your topics. Gracy