#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream
A meadow
after a sleep of gusts and howls into
Early sky and river blue - blue as juniper berries in October.
Milkweed gone to seed, going to flight,
I give thanks and begin
“Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.”
All photos and words copyright Kelly DuMar 2016 unless otherwise attributed