The trees before me
Wave an acknowledging hello
As the wind escorts the clouds
All blue and gray
Over the mountain peak.
And unexpected joy
Seeps into my skin as
A deer wanders near my seat and stops to stare.
An ant wanders onto my foot.
I know he is lost
For I have nothing to
Offer him.
Back to the dirt he returns.
She stood staring at the monument,
Her mind taken back
To then.
Was that the same wind blowing through her hair
That blew
On a day so very long ago?
Has it just been traveling the world;
Been out there somewhere waiting to hear her heart beat again?
Now she was
Afraid to turn around.
Not ready to leave,
Fearful the tears would fall
And a passerby would stare.
They would most likely
Assume she must be drunk or out of her mind.
No, she teetered on the edge and almost plunged
But
She was
Simply sad.
Just plain sad. People do not like to see that
Sadness.
Tears.
The Ravens are busy telling stories
Outside my window.
They have the most recognizable voices.
The sweet, sweet smell of clover
And the melody of the bees working so
Diligently as I walk through the fields.
(I remember how afraid i once was of the bees)
This song of the wind
Brings harmony to my carefully
Placed bare footsteps kissing the
Soil.
I do not wish to crush anyone
Or anything.
And here
Untamed winds blow.
I never tire
Watching
The plains grass ripple with ever
New currents, new gusts.
A rhapsody
So beautiful.
And the clouds
Go on forever
As I settle into myself,
My hair a mess.
I am melancholy
But my spirits lift as I sit
And sway with the tall grass.
I imagine I am the bird riding
These unseen shifts and using them to see
Clearly
What is around me.
Having faith in the realization
That I know more than I
Give myself credit for.
Instinct and intuition.
It’s a wild world.
It’s been a wild ride.
All these storms,
Winds
And rainy days
Have been
Turning me toward you.
Now I sit in the rocker by the window.
The motion,
The melodious creak bringing me
Comfort.
And I stare at the trees and the clouds
Swaying in the rhythm of the wind.
An occasional
Blue jay or dove stops within my view
In search of nourishment.
And I let my mind wander where it will
As light slowly
Slinks away to make room
For
Night.
Do you not love
The sensation of
The heat of the sun on your skin,
And the wet of the rain,
The caress of the wind and the
Chill of the snow the same?
She does.
Yes I have an affinity
For
Rainbows
And
Getting lost.
Kind words and lip gloss.
Singing in the rain
And record players.
Wind in my hair
And
Silence.
Dancing by myself and stranger’s grins.
Sand in my toes
And the smell of mountain air
On my skin.
So many little things that go so far.
Yes they make me smile.
You see
These little things save me
From myself.
Ah
But I breathe.
I hear a sigh escape your lips
As you see the colors too.
As you see the wind pulling the leaves from the trees.
They do their final dance for us.
And they return to the
Earth
That nourished them.
Some ride the wind so delicately.
Others seem out of control
As if fighting the pull of gravity.
Ultimately they all fall.
We endure.
I feel the warmth of your skin
As
You move closer.
This knowing between us,
It is time to hold each other.
This sorrow,
We must let it envelope us
If we are to ever love through winter.
You must have been an
Apparition.
A made up someone in my
Imagination.
For I wandered these stone stairwells
And
I roamed through
Winters withering garden
Following your song.
I knew I should find shelter,
Somewhere to warm my core.
But once outside I could return
Inside no more
For
I was met with barred windows and
Locked doors.
I found you in the courtyard.
I tried to reach you.
Touch you.
You vanished as I approached.
My fingers now cold and frozen,
I,
Left dreaming in the fog with ghosts and snowflakes.
And I remained alone
As I was all
Along.
I must have mistaken the
Wind howling through
Windows and doors,
Through
Winters garden
For your song.
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