The Wind
The Wind
I look for a path in the new fallen snow
For it is night and not wise to travel
Where am I going? I want to know
As the wind at my back does show me
It howls in the night, like a wolf at the moon
As it rushes through trees and hills
And its voice tells me ‘run’ as it hurries me there
To places and lands yet unknown
I beg for a rest. Let us wait for the light,
For the darkness and cold don’t please me.
But a whippoorwill, laughs, there’s no time to waste,
For life and your future are waiting
Zellie M. Quinn
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Zellie, good to see you back.
Thanks, it’s this wicked summer schedule-
beautifully penned
Thankyou tlboehm!