Wind rustles the trees
Air colder than the sun’s light
Transition to spring.
Tag: wind
the energy of a different wind
Upon receiving external validation
for my thoughts,
for my behavior,
for my existence,
a new wind gusts into my sails.
Fresh momentum to fuel my journey
across the ocean,
a newfound confidence
swims up to the surface
assuring me of an accurate voyage.
I learned to feel it
I learned to seek it
I learned to wait for it.
Trusting the energy
of a different wind
take time.
showered by the wind
Showered by the wind
fresh, new air washes over every inch
of my indoor acclimated skin,
blowing away residue of emotions, thoughts,
clinging to me still.
Walking into and with,
I feel the power of the wind
penetrate deeper than skin,
marveling at the strength to accomplish this,
a force I cannot see.
I feel renewed,
wiped clean as a slate to start again.
floating
Snow blowing across the road toward me
as I plow the truck down the highway,
parting drifts to the shoulder
and opposite lane,
blurring the lines of where I’m supposed to be.
Billowing in the wind,
soft, fluffy and rolling balls of cotton
like I’m driving through clouds in a summer sky,
I’m floating.
the heat and the coolness
If I stand here,
still enough for long enough
and breathe,
I can feel the heat of the sun
penetrating my skin
warming me from the inside out,
I can feel the coolness
of the soft wind brushing
and sliding over me,
I can feel the solid, firm ground
unwavering beneath my feet.
I feel the heat and the coolness
at the same time,
inside and outside
my body.
Open my eyes to be blinded
by the sun
dancing across the water
and a new gust of wind
tousling my hair.
Heartbreakingly beautiful.
cold but clean
I can feel you here
in the strong gusts of wind
that wash over me like a tidal wave
and move under my clothes,
against my skin,
and leave me feeling cold
but clean.
bird in the wind
Believe you are stronger than the wind.
Take another breath
flap your wings a few times more
change your angle slightly, if you must,
but keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when you think you have nothing left
the gust will subside,
and surge forward, you will.
Believe you are stronger than the wind
and keep fighting.
quiet
Quiet out there,
matched by the quiet in here.
Cold and snow pushing life to slow down
so we do,
inside, staying close and warm
and quiet.
She is mourning,
her body changing from fire to snow,
wind to desert to floods.
Be gentle now.
Gentle and quiet.
Dawning Words 