In the wild toss and scatterof today’s north windI am up there with the leavesat the top of the treeholding on for dear life Thanks for reading!
The night the windcame to lifethere were headlights shiningdown the beachinterrupting the darknessin our thin cocoon The walls bowedswollen from the outsidepushing against the edgesof our dreamstossing the mattresslike a boat on an angry seatent ribs cracked and groanedceiling rose and fell withdeep ragged breathsenergy swirled,let out of its boxwith a vengeanceturning canvas flapsinto wildContinue reading “Wind”
The wind will shift from south to north again
as the earth tilts her way along the year
and my breath will enter the tapestry
as I weave my own way along, in time.