Winter cracked open the sky today, letting loose a little snow
and a whole lot of wind, ripping
through the pine trees.
The perfect weather
for snuggling down,
and reading some poetry
together.
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Category: winds
Standing Tall in the Wind
As I stand on top of the mountain,
where the pine trees face the wind,
two hawks soar
banking in my direction,
carrying strength in their wings
so that I can stand tall in the wind now,
encouragement fills me,
so I say, “Thank you my brothers.”
while sunlight dances
on the river.
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Note: From my archives.
Seagulls in the Wind
It was windy on the beach today,
with children chasing waves,
and seagulls
ruling the skies.
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Our Heart Song Riding on the Wind
You didn’t really hear me when I spoke but I was aiming more for the sky instead of your ear,
hoping the words would ascend floating
around in the heavens replaying
in the form of a song,
encouraging us
again and again. You looked up
and feathers began falling reminding us of snow,
it was some sort of sign I’m sure
we stood there
knowing we were the prayer
our heart song riding……
on the wind now.
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The Wind Spirit
Back in the day, when the Lakota still carried power in their feathers they would call on the Wind Spirit to protect them from the sharp eyes of their enemies.
The Wind Spirit would howl, blowing in a ferocious storm so that not even the hawks could see the lodges of the people, barely seeing the pine trees through the snow.
And the Wind Spirit continued to howl until all fear was gone having been breathed through, the nostrils of the Lakota ponies.
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Riding the Wind
Hey you know what? I’m having a great time writing, so thank you so much for being along for the ride!
This blog wouldn’t be any fun if it wasn’t for you! So thank you once again for your love and support.
I really love the diversity that can be found here. There are so many countries and ethnic groups that can be found. Awesome!
And I love where my work is right now, and I’m excited about where it’s going. “Coyote” and “Purple Dawn” were a bit of a breakthrough for me.
And I love your work! So let’s ride the wind together. Thanks again.
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It Was 11:30 PM
It was 11:30 PM when he made his last cup of coffee, stirring in the creamer while the rain pelted his kitchen window.
It was the wind that sent sheets of rain, lashing out in waves again and again. He was glad to be home.
It wasn’t much of an apartment but it was peaceful. Dimly lit, he kept only 2 lights on, like his father had taught him.
Should he read the paper? He headed for his chair. He realized nobody really read the paper anymore, did they? He decided instead to get out his travel book – the one on Ireland.
Someday he wouldn’t be working 18 hour shifts at the hospital anymore.
It was 12:10 AM when he fell asleep in his chair, the book still open on his lap, as he dreamed of a cottage by the sea.
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