As the Wind Moves


As the wind moves through the mountains

my boots crunch the light dusting of snow.

I am the intruder here

and yet at home in the wholeness of the moment

fully embracing the peace,

mindful of a few clouds,

yet still seeking the sun

to warm my face,

and renew

the spirit within me.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

22 thoughts on “As the Wind Moves

  1. I love this, drew me in and made me feel as if I were there in my own Winter-scape of life
    I like the two sides of “being an intruder, yet feeling at home, that’s life at its best and not so best 🙂
    Take Care…You Matter…

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