Wild wind

With the coming of spring, and then summer, the wind changes.

I can always feel it, usually on a certain day.

The wind is no longer bitter, driving me inward, but wild, calling me out.

This time of year, I cannot keep my feet from searching, and the warm wind calls my heart and reminds me that there is so much to do.  So much.

Rivers to swim.  Mountains to climb.

4 Responses

  1. Elizabeth Matteson

    You are a poet, Ann of the wild wind.
    Carry on with your beautiful life!

    June 7, 2016 at 10:14 am

  2. Jamie

    …and every thing in between…
    <3 <3 <3

    June 7, 2016 at 1:04 pm

  3. Jessie

    I love these beauties.

    July 24, 2016 at 10:24 pm

  4. Resha

    You never fail to inspire me!!! :)

    September 8, 2016 at 10:49 pm

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