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.
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.
She is wind wise
blowing hot and cold
on ocean waves.
She is still.
She is powerful.
She is wind wise.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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