The wind carries me
to a barren land

where dry eyes
meet the sky
in search of tears
that bleed
into the night

and I tumble
like weeds
in the wind

Tumbleweed drifts through love, loss, solitude
and the quiet reckonings of the heart.
Using nature as a mirror for feeling,
these poems are intimate, raw and luminous,
moving with the currents of life.