Image via Wikipediagrey sky and cold wind.
leaves and branches
dance in the rain.
tall pine trees
wave their furry arms.
this somber mood—
a reflection of wind
rustling through the trees.
red clay tile roof
shiny from the rains.
spring blossoms fall to the ground—
a lone starling chirping
from some hidden nest.
rain drops splash
on the surface of the pool—
while the spring blossoms
float in patterns
directed by the wind.
life follows this cycle of events.
winter becomes spring,
spring becomes summer,
summer into autumn,
to begin the cycle again.
breathing and feeling
the cool wind against my face—
time and place are no longer separate.
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