the blustery dry day calls me out so early this morning
I heard her blowing all night
shush wushshush wuuuuuuuushhhhhhhh
banging the blinds to keep me awake
up from the salt marshes
and in from the the northwest
the sweetest wind
full of life and hope
no skeets
and the marsh grass sways with designs by the wind
my sheets whip and blow with the northwind
bringing back memories of my mom
the way i ran through them with such glee
how fresh and ionic they smelled
happiness with such simplicity
Oh breath of earth, thank you for your sweet breath on me and such happy memories!
e
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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