Thoughts Of A Sunday Wind Poem by Alistair Plint
Thoughts Of A Sunday Wind
As the large trees sway
to the breath or gusts
of shallow winds blowing
fresh sunday air at the face
some stay to count leaves
rich with
green colour
spinal textures
some leave with the aggravation
of morning breath
or chips of bark
in the eyes
others choose this time
for a
family holiday
Took divorce
to learn the difference
between
a vacation
and a family
holiday
[.]
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5/7/2024 9:02:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Half of the joy of life and love is how you look at it, I guess?