Lost windy weather
Who knows where the wind blows
where it comes from
where it goes
where balloons and kites will drift ‘till gone
Planes will fly as it passes on
while sun burns ground
and resevoirs dry
and scarves and papers float on by
On windy days
leaves rustle in trees
and boats drift on crest wind misbehaves
This mighty force uncontrolled
does as it please’s not as it’s told
Where does it begin
Where does it cease
What is it’s purpose
What direction it’s peace
Comments
Wonderful and good question Anaisnais
Thanks sweetie, pleased you enjoyed… Always good to see you here!
– anaisnais
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A very interesting question Anne-Marie. Congratulations on a very enjoyable read!
Suzanne
How wonderful to be featured amongst such talented pieces! Thankyou so much, I’m most appreciative. Good to see you as ever Suzanne, glad you like it… Hope all is well with you, Anna-Marie.
– anaisnais
Your welcome. Enjoy your week-end. :)
I feel it all with us..within…when we feel the life..it flows..LIFE is WIND..sure
Smiles, LIFE is WIND, that’s a new one on me, but yes can certainly relate it… Always in front of us with us looking forwards, back or any other which direction in order to answer lifes many questions… So nice of you to spend so much time reading and commenting my pieces today – much appreciated – thank you!
– anaisnais