Thursday, October 15, 2009

whoosh

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the slightest puff of air,
a gentle breath
drawn in by the heavens
in a whoosh of happy suprise
the swirling breeze
like a puffy cloud,
floating on wings of its own
rising higher and higher
in slow-building joy.
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the surprise
that the first gust of wind brings
the sudden beauty of
the sunlight filtering gently through the clouds,
and transforming the mountains
into a patchwork quilt of green and gold.
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the mountains
frigid blasts of coldness
sudden warmth
the companionship that a crackling fire brings.
stories and laughter,
the gentle glow of togetherness.
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