The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Friday, October 21, 2016

walking with the wind

it's easy to breathe out here near the tall grasses

in it's time, this field is brimming with wild flowers of every color

I like it today
just grass evidencing the wind

He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on—
He stuns you by degrees—
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers—further heard—
Then nearer—Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten—
Your Brain—to bubble Cool—
That scalps your naked Soul—

When Winds take Forests in the Paws—
The Universe—is still—

Emily Dickinson


GretchenJoanna said...

Oh, I love that! I would like to be out there in the wind with you!

vanderleun said...

Emily Dickenson comes to mind:

"When Winds take Forests in the Paws—
The Universe—is still— "

DeAnn said...

GJ - it's been that pleasant sort of wind and warm - perfect walking weather. I think you'd enjoy time over here.

G - thank you for that note, Dickinson is one of my favorites! What a perfect thought - exactly right.