Between the slats of the Venetian blinds,
I see outside the window, to frenzied frolicking
blue spruce bouncing
pine tree pirouetting
maple making waves
beneath a grey sky
dancing in time to my wind chime’s tune.
poem- Black Wind April 4, 2014
A little magnetic poetry, on the fridge, of course! Several sets represented. The photo is not as tightly focused as I’d like. Sorry about that.
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poem- wind wise March 29, 2014
She is wind wise
changeable
blowing hot and cold
changing
She murmurs
whispered promises
through trees
and laughs
on ocean waves.
She is still.
She is powerful.
She is wind wise.
Shawn L. Bird 