Morning Breeze


there’s a dreamcatcher fluttering in the coolness
sunlight in dancing bands across the rolling gold fields
red clouds of rowan berries bobbing with their leaves
as cotton wool sky clouds race across the blue
the summer breeze whispers to me, “go–
fly and live
for i’ll still be here when you return.”
and so i let go
i go in the direction of the wind
and it touches my hair
and it sings ancient music in the boughs
until my aching soul finally joins in.

– mary

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