Wind
It rushes past my window
softly.
It can be a soft caress, like
a gentle woman.
It can be a fierce beast,
hard and unrelenting.
A tough day working
the land.
Or a soft cry from a baby’s
mouth.
Suzanne Bowditch, 2017
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September 23, 2017 at 7:37 pm
Or in South Florida it can be a coconut landing on the rear window of your car – true event,
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