Windward

Windward
In the depths of my soul, there is a wordless song.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

BIKIN' WITH MY BABY (Surrounded by Happy Little Big Sisters) 1985

The trees reach out
with aged leaves
to touch my head as I pass,
and the wind
whispers its gentle blessing.

I travel on
in autumn brightness,
my spirit soaring,
for tangible Love
surrounds me.

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