Poetry Day… This Wind

Bench seat overlooking view down valley, Swaledale, Yorkshire

 

This Wind

 

This wind that is

the time I have with you-

Moves over skin-

Ruffles hair-

Momentarily

Changes the direction the flowers grow-

This moment blowing by

Here and then behind me

Mother- father- decades gone

Children rushing into middle life

I am on this roadside

Still and silent

On this worn waiting bench

No clock to check the time

Noticing everything

Taking mental pictures while I can

One past sixty

Where I’m at-

As I look around at

Moments

Whirling past my feet

Swift as fall leaves

Caught on this wind-

This invisible wind

Of the time I have with you

 

 

 

8.18.15

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