Zellie M. Quinn

Poems, life musings, and writer ponderings…

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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July 30, 2012 - Posted by | Just Poems, Life Ramblings | , , , , ,

4 Comments »

  1. Zellie, good to see you back.

    Comment by ivonprefontaine | July 30, 2012 | Reply

  2. beautifully penned

    Comment by tlboehm | August 2, 2012 | Reply


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