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    Strength…from the Environment….

     

    Sitting out in the storm.

    Chimes clanging. Wind howling.

    Chilled from the outside in.

    Hair gliding across my face and swirling.

    Lavender scent blowing my way.

    Grey clouds blanket the sky like a quilt.

    Weeping Willow branches are dancing and grooving.

    My fingers are getting numb.

    Don’t want to go inside just yet.

    Feel energized by the breeze.

    Renewal. A hug from Nature.

  • No patio lanterns…..

      Wind blowing the trees into a gentle dance. I am the only witness. Alone pondering this warmth caressing my…

    Poetry
    / May 29, 2019