Winter Glint

#Poem – The Wind

As the wind trespasses
Through the woods
Next to our house
The dog barks.
Wind does not know any better,
So it goes wherever it wants
To go.

Water is contained within
Banks and buffeted by rocks.

The breeze has no such
Limitations.
When it chooses to waft
Easily between trunks
And grazing deer,
It goes there.
When it chooses to rip
The unwary leaves from
The trees,
It pulls them, untimely,
From their twig sockets.

There is something attractive
And inspiring about
This seemingly unflinching
Choice-making.

So choose.

~ by Stan Stewart
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