The Wind by Artist
I let the wind in
fluid
flowing
A river timeless in repose
It births in me
undefined words
ever shifting sands
curving balls at the last
notes//tide by tide
weaving tendrils
yet
erasing footprints in a heart/
beat/I sing with the storm
I dance without gravity's shoes
I unsettle flowers from their seats
I drink the sun
as if I am her favored child
Swaying softly as wheat stalk
My spine bends
to wind's energy
resilient, survivor, ever
awakening
yellow
bud-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Winds of March - We have a special guest hosting for this prompt, smiles ~ Pub opens at 3pm EST ~
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