Saturday, 9 July 2011

Running from the Wind

Clouds like curling waves, ride the roughshod sky. Moving at such a pace, I can only guess that the wind is chasing them across the heavens today.

"The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle." - Anais Nin


Barb said...

Wonderful description of movement and mood.

Elizabeth said...

Your poem moves, pushed by your deep awareness,


Susannah said...

Thanks Barb and Elizabeth. I appreciate you both taking the time to visit and read. :-)

earlybird said...

'clouds like curling waves'. Perfect.

Susannah said...

Thanks earlybird. :-)

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