As so much life ends
the flowers
the grasses
the falling leaves
theirs is but to begin
their journey
Waiting on the wind
To carry them away
effortlessly, floating
suspended in a promise
A promise to carry them
hold them
to set them free, to explore
to grow
where the soil is fertile and the soaking rains fall
The whitest of whites
a seed
a simple seed, yet I feel the excitement.
The wind stirs
the leaves rattle
a journey begins.
Waiting on the Wind
October 6, 2013 by Leave a Comment
On the verge.
You can feel the excitement
you can see it in their color.
Pure white, the purest
the white of cotton, of goose down
of impending snows.
As so much life ends
the flowers
the grasses
the falling leaves
theirs is but to begin
their journey
Waiting on the wind
To carry them away
effortlessly, floating
suspended in a promise
A promise to carry them
hold them
to set them free, to explore
to grow
where the soil is fertile and the soaking rains fall
The whitest of whites
a seed
a simple seed, yet I feel the excitement.
The wind stirs
the leaves rattle
a journey begins.
As so much life ends
the flowers
the grasses
the falling leaves
theirs is but to begin
their journey
Waiting on the wind
To carry them away
effortlessly, floating
suspended in a promise
A promise to carry them
hold them
to set them free, to explore
to grow
where the soil is fertile and the soaking rains fall
The whitest of whites
a seed
a simple seed, yet I feel the excitement.
The wind stirs
the leaves rattle
a journey begins.
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