Wind Blown Dreams

The wind howls, breaking branches all about with cracks Roaring like a racing train down the long metal tracks. The wind blows lightly gliding a paper boat floating by So quickly noticed, then gone with the blink of an eye. The wind whistles in the grass, blowing the drifting sand At a beach with waves crashing white wild curls onto land One after another… The wind upon my face, releases tension into the air around Where kites are flying above the park with a flapping sound. At the end of the day… - It stops - A calm evening settles quiet, as the silence tells a story, to be. It began with the wind tossing images all around to see. From the water to land, from the sky to the sea, it seems Pictures ease the mind to sleep, falling into wind-blown dreams. Heidi Sands 3/30/17