In this wind,
Estuary waves crash like surfers on the sand.
What news do they bring from far-away lands
(from my notebook – May 13th)
I’m sitting on a rock below the Power’s place where tumbled rocks, heaped upon each other, stay the land-slip for a while. A fallen tree branch lies horizontal, fresh green sprouting to the sun.
Something stirs in my heart. I seek its message.
Be like a rock, it says. This wind brings change. Build solid foundations. Let roots settle, contained in fertile ground to flower as all things should.
Wind-swept clouds streak like feathers across the sky.
Oyster shells gleam like little silver plates. The tide rushes in.
2 thoughts on “Wind Of Change”
The wind is about to change yet again, Hold fast to your roots .. I have enjoyed exploring your blog.. And your words evoke their own images..
I came via your site via Eddie Two Hawks and old dear friend of mine on the net for some years now.. 🙂
I see you listen well 🙂