These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Tumbleweed

The tumbleweed has failed again
a-blowing by the wind anon.
'Twas green in youth, but dried by sin.
It dies, and it is quickly gone.

The hopeful gifts of green in place
fell down, depressed at "tried to do."
Cut off from roots in great disgrace,
he's blown as old, now lacking new.

The tumbleweed can't build a home,
nor write a book for sale, today.
As quickly gone as quickly come,
the wind blows through with naught to say.

Alone on parched, harsh, salty land
the tumbleweed can't offer much,
but dusty tears of life once grand,
and mem'ries of some human touch.

The tumbleweed by outside force
may once again do something great.
Give warmth in fire, but of course.
Be art for the mantle, never late.

by Jay O’Toole
on May 19th, 2025