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...of the wind
the way of the morning
when the wind comes bursting
through the leaves
shaking the edge of the woods,
It was as I saw it, green & gold
with blooms of purple Iris
smelt in a woodsy velvet twist,
and then the lonely chimes
dancing near, ...of the wind,
I sat there in the thoughtful quiet.
Published 24th Apr 2016
| Edited 30th Apr 2016
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24th Apr 2016 8:57pm
24th Apr 2016 11:54pm
25th Apr 2016 11:57am
25th Apr 2016 5:21pm
Your comment left me beaming
that my little swirls could
cause a shift of wonder and memory.
It’s been amazing
to discover your writing; thank you.
I love dappled. :) You really pegged it.
I could dedicate my life to the feel of the wind,
and how it embraces all of me in a moment .
I’m taken by a head wind
as it takes my breath, and then gives it back again.
