The wind arrived at 5:01 this morning,
The trees announced its coming.
It pushed its way over the hill, across the field
And into the valley of the brook.
A force of life, of love and
Change, one who’s meaning is often overlooked.
We owe the wind a debt of gratitude for all in inspires.
Gratitude for the fluff of cattails,
The parachutes of milkweeds and
The helicopter blades of maple seeds.
An interaction of seed and wind,
Proof of the interconnectedness of everything.
The seeds acknowledge the existence of the wind
Without ever having seen it.
Faith in its simplest form
But filled with the complexity of eons.
Two supposedly inanimate objects
Interacting for the continuance of life.
More proof of the creator manifest
In the creation.
A creation alive with the splendor of wind and light,
Love and tenderness,
Man and woman,
Wind and seed, here and now.
All there really is – he said
You and I.
3/15
MC
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The wind certainly lends a hand to plant all the seeds everywhere it goes doesn’t it? life granting like rain
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I love this one ❤
I truly loved the creator and creation concept 🙂
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Thanks so much! all the best to you. Michelle
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Great poem…love the wind and this poem.
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I hate wind. But this lovely piece made me think about it in a different light. I love the way your words drift here, a flow like a current of wind. I still hate wind, but…perhaps I can appreciate it now.
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Thanks for your kind words! I love wind, if moves me…hope it can move you too 🙂
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