Wind, earth’s breath
ethereal and invisible
unseen but tangible
voiceless yet audible
Wind, soft as a new born baby
the merest stir in the air
when I close my eyes
I feel you with my heart
Wind, gentlest of breeze
you touch me, yet you don’t
tempting, luring, caressing
a butterfly flutter delight
Wind, kind of frisky
on a hot summer day
evaporating a sheen of pearls
on my rosy cheeks
Wind, naughty as a youngster
playfully catch at my hair
blow leaves on my path
to shower my feet in softness
Wind, a restless singing
dashing over tile and roof
arousing trees from slumber
to join in a spirit dance
Wind, howling, screeching
whipping up the waves
into untamable mountains
savage and wild
Wind, violent, destructive
turning round and round
taking everything with you
on your path of doom
Wind, silent, still
in the eye of a cyclone
Wind, dear dangerous wind
is this the place where you sleep?
Figments of a DuTchess 
Ik heb het opnieuw gelezen. Erg mooi!
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Bedankt voor je reactie Willie, erg leuk en ook lief 😀
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Another lovely poem my friend.
Much love,
Jules
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Thanks Jules, may the winds always blow in the right direction for you.
Love,
~Mar
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wat een sfeertje hangt er rond dit gedicht…. prachtig 😉
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Dankjewel San 🙂
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Beautiful post! I love the words and the pictures they invoke. I love the feel of the wind…it’s very spiritual…like the breath of the Holy Spirit. The picture is absolutely gorgeous…eye-catching and electric! 🙂
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Thanks for understanding, for feeling it J. 🙂
The Holy Spirit is all around us and in us.
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Wow Marion.
What a beautiful and powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
We have had gales around here for the past few days and I will now connect with these winds in a totally different way. 🙂
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Hi Julie, and thank you! 🙂
The same gale is haunting our country and it inspired me.
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