Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Poem: Wind

Wind

Feel you ‘gainst my skin
You can be warm or viciously cold
Mood of the world determines

Quench sweating pores
Feed hunger of exhausted parching
Or chill to bone
Shiver
Wreak havoc so every inch of being knows your touch

Come and go
Rise
Fall
Breach
Soothe
Heal
Comfort

Yours is a tapestry of sensations
Never knowing what you’ll bare
You are the wind blowing

Copyright SGW 2012

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