step outside
the breeze is blowing
wisps of cirrus cloud
the sky is blue
the geese are leaving
farewell
we say
and don't mean it
mean it please for once
the turning leaves will thank you
the frost has come
quietly along its hands bound
cut it free
run your hands through the asters
the goldenrod
the sunlight at the end of the street
always just around the bend
Posted in response to the challenge Relax.
The West Wind is a banker in a smart navy suit and a tie. His dress shoes clack on the pavement; he’s got someplace to be, always someplace to be, rushing to the sidewalk, the subway, the elevator, checking his gold Rolex watch.
is more of a creek,
covered in yellow leaves and rotting branches
that staunch the flow like a bandage over blood.
The river in the woods
probably used to rush
like its brothers farther north, shrieking
/ i am running / and for once / i am not
dragging you with me / i am glad / and clearly /
you are not to blame /
Comments
such a beautiful description of relaxation - it's relaxing to read!
thank you so much!!
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