Winds are blowing; I am here.
I stand, unchanged, in the midst
Of whipping air and blinding cold.
Long walks in a wealth of winds
Has aided me in my quest for strength.
Winds are blowing; I am here.
I stand, unwavering, in the center
Of close currents and closer chill.
Winds are blowing; I am here.
(c) Arielle Lee Becker 2008
2 comments:
I loved this. Haven't read much of your writing, but might just have to fav your blog.
See you at the Orange.
Willow
Thank you, Willow. :) I'm glad you enjoyed your visit. Really...thanks so much. Take care and see you at the Orange!
Much love,
Arielle
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