Wind and Fields

June heat wraps its thick tongue 'round our shoulders, and

nearer to the thick of summer we come,

our heated souls wandering.

Fields are for love-

and for flowers

and wind comes in and reminds us

all things tamed are really not so. Undo the latch,

pretty flowers

let the wind take you too,

as a good lover should.

Blowing in the New Year

Wind

Like wind, sometimes we are blown into the direction of sorrow-

loss perhaps,

or sickness.

But a new year and a new wind,

perhaps a shade of pink.

Return to me

my lover

usher me into the sunlight

and the brush

Let my story come from here--

from this place of living.







Rodney Smith, Rosie Hardy

Stay tuned for more posts this year...
xoxox