The wind

Annafalk

A soft wind touches your cheek
fresh scents in morning air
memories from
other mornings
turns up in your mind
Inhaling air
like drinking
water when thirsty
life is present
easy
simple
breath

Being a part of
something
bigger
listen
feel
fill up your senses
pick up the fruits
lay them in the basket
that's turned empty
save them for
another day
if troubles arrives
carry on wind

vogonpoetbythelake

Thank you...being carried on the wind today...your poem helps me to do that...

Annafalk

vogonpoetbythelake said:

Thank you...being carried on the wind today...your poem helps me to do that...

That sounds very nice, thank you Vogonpoetbythelake!