Nature's Playmate
I watch my young son
Look full-faced into the rugged wind
His blond silken hair is blown about
Like spikes around his elfin-like face.
He knows nothing
Of how the wind starts
Or how it effects
His cool Maritime climate.
Only that this invisible wind
Tickles his eyes and nose,
Stirs up fallen leaves,
And challenges him to dance
- Open-armed -
Into the deep bosom of the wind.
Copyright © Barbara Ac | Year Posted 2011
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