Storm on angel’s wings
Excited trepidation
Oh, so welcome, change
Ninety-five degrees
Sinatra singing Good Life
Tears would be welcome
Nevada, where summer nights fall like silk on the skin
Nevada, where blue breaks heart and bathes it whole again
Nevada, where sun sets behind sage Sierra
Nevada, where air carries fresh and scented
My home I hurt to leave
Each week sprinkling care
Knowing, teaching, listening
Waiting for my wings
Mysterious still
Always questioning ever
Quiet gives answers