It is relentless
no respecter of persons or trees
roaring through the canopy of green
loud and persistent
unavoidable
in its presence nothing is still
trees wave and bow before it
my trash can
dances a little dance
down my driveway
disturbing
I look up
a little bit in awe
a little bit in fear
but certainly not complacent
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Thank you God for the wind
both the one that blows
through my trees, and the
wind of the spirit that blows through my soul
It is never boring!
I really like your blogs. You created such beautiful and nice poems. I salute you with that my friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks I don't see myself as a poet really, but sometimes
ReplyDeleteit helps to write stuff out :)
Glad you enjoy the blog!
SK