The wind has offered
its
forgiveness.
From
beyond the
glaciated
peaks,
it
shifts and swirls
as
if there were so many
possibilities
it
can not be imprisoned
by
attaching to just one.
Still
the rain comes.
Torn
from mother clouds,
it
slashes rivulets of
altered
reflections
across
half-opened windows,
drowns
newly seeded fields
with
its persistence.
Love love love and want you to be a guest on my new blog !!! Spread the magic across the pond xxx
ReplyDeletewell that could be fun. You can make pictures to go with the poems maybe???
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