The River and the Wind

She is anchored

to this endless plain;

her hair trailing,

the dress a filling sail.

The hills are a half smile

reaching to a purple haze;

the river peels the bank.

She stood for a moment

then reached for the earth.

It blew from her fingers

and she spun and raised

her arms and her voice

became the river and the wind

5 Responsesso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    i Mean ‘one of your best’ (can’t edit comments once posted).

  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    This is wonderful, John, the sensuousness of landscape. I think it’s one of the best!

  3. Dean English Dean English says:

    has the symbolism of someone filming a dream

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