Bracing wind
strong enough to infuse
courage and resolve
citrus wind
sour enough to cleanse
dormant corrosion
biting wind bares
its fangs
its fangs
to rip easily
through
through
ropes holding
dreams down
dreams down
scouring wind
abrasive enough
to bring back lustre
to bring back lustre
where dullness choked
the shine
the shine
First morning in Westport. The beach, the sky, the clouds and the wind were magnificent this morning. The beach sand was rolling fast enough to make me dizzy. Miniature dunes were being created as I walked. 4 more glorious days. Sunshine down. Bless me indeed. Enlarge my borders. Keep your hand on me.
7 comments:
I didn't think you'd be posting, so it's a delight to find this here for my afternoon catch-up.
whistling wind
reminder enough
your heart's voice
catches best
love's song
morning wind
wild enough to
send sand rolling
senses reeling
dizzy making
at break neck
speed
"citrus wind"
what a marvelous thought :)
Summer wind, to
remind us of youth and
sunshine and first
love and sand sticking to
the suntan lotion on
shining backs.
strike me with some scouring wind!
balmy wind carrying the balm of Gilead ...
Susan, I love Balm of Gilead. The poem comments are very fun Glynn, Nancy and Maureen. Be careful what you ask for Bree. :) Thanks Laura - soon we'll face to face.
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