Winds Shift
Winds shift, cracking sticks
Words spoken are broken
Thoughts can be like bricks
Sometimes, when awoken
Released by the quiet calm
With the rise of the golden sun
Reaching out a hand upward palm
To the warmth before the run
Winds shift, all is now still
Changes in the light of dawn
When one is aware with will
There are no sticks to trip upon
Heidi Sands
9/30/17
Placed 1st in the Late January 2019 Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2017
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