Snow Blown In Ridges
And Whorls, Wind’s Fingerprints
On Frozen Prairie
Category: Wind
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The Sound of the Wind
Tumbling Though the Tree Tops
And The Day’s Last LightThe Rising Chorus
Of Crickets From Just Beyond
The Reach of Porch LightsThe Feathered Whisper
Overhead as Silent Geese
Head Home Through The DarkThe Earth is Breathing
In and Out as We Count Days
And Years, Bits and BytesThe Earth is Breathing
In and Out, Inviting Us
Along, In and Out -
Hurricane maker
Has me leaning on the wind
Holding on happy


