Blowing In the Wind

I sit on this hill that is colored green Not many people have even seen Thoughts are blowing in the wind here Swirling in the currents, dropping a tear Shifting from memories that are old and new Years blowing by, with all I went through I see faces as if they were frozen by a minute I can see all this from this place where I sit My heart falls in a dip, then wind lifts it high To keep on beating, as I breathe and I sigh Wind touches my face and blows my hair Refreshes me, as I hold on with sweet care Ride with the wind gusts, to lift me on my flight Through all that I face each day and each night Without the wind, I may not even see or know How to sort the thoughts in view, some to let go Heidi Sands *Placed 2nd in the Blowing in the Wind contest 8/20/17