~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Önd
turning,
a touch on my cheek;
breeze
wind
leaves circling gold/brown dust
spiral scurry of
wind hair feathers
stream surface dancing with rippled
light,
stillness to movement,
tree-branches shaken wake, streaking the sky
scudding clouds,
wind gusting waves white-capped;
birds drop and soar, circle and plunge
rise wind-tossed, tumble
and recover, in their acrobatics
a course shifted from that they held before.
change
turnings
Önd
a breath on my soul
© 1997 Jenny
Blain
Wyrdswell - Jenny Blain´s Personal Page ; more poetry on Ragnheid´s Pages