The Wind
amiableSugar3115
March 8th, 2024
Why does the wind change direction?
May it not just be?
May it not know its direction of the day?
One moment pleasant,
And all the good that brings.
The next tormented,
By the smallest of gusts,
From far-away.
It bears a load too heavy,
Too many things,
That won’t blow away.
Each gust stronger,
The last soon forgotten.
The wind slows,
The storm passes,
How long now?
Until another small gust,
From far-away.
MidwesternCalmSeeker
March 9th, 2024
@amiableSugar3115
This is beautiful, sad, deep, powerful. Thank you for sharing it.
1 reply
Thank you. Writing helps on the bad days!
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