Wind,
old friend,
old enemy,
I hear you.
Your howl is bestial.
Your clouds,
not yet black,roll.
You build patiently
until late afternoon.
At night
you grow calm,
then begin to rotate
& drop your funnel.
Please tell me what you think
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I hear him too. Such a lovely piece, so vivid. Great write.
♥
whisper
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You are welcome and thanks for returning the favor...
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I'll get you, my pretty.
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I've been got once...
Not a pleasant memory...
Thanks for reading and the comment...
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In so few words you painted the wind here... the enemy, the friend...I love the wind, especially storm winds and I could see him here.
Good to see you posting again!
~ Nicolette
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In so few words...
Thanks for reading me after I have been absent for so long. Will get back to reading and comment regularly....
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yaaay! Where u been?
very cross I am. Now however I am miraculously cured!
Praise Be!
A bit of Dorothy here down on old seventy. which is needed, actually. You get three loathsome clapping bunnies just for showing up today.
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Where I've been...
I've been finishing a book of poetry--112 poems for a book to be called Fire & Snow.
I've been editing a novel, Journeys, that a palm reader suggested I needed to change.
I taught three classes last sememster, the first time in several years.
Other than those things, I've been lost...
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