Color the Wind ~by Linda Willows

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Pour,
spill,
leave nothing behind.
Color the wind
with my hearts dear unwind.

I’ll carry no burden
to weigh down
this flight.
At long last
my wings
are spread,
blue sky in sight.

Pour,
spill,
cleanse all I find..
Empty my vessel
and bear me no bind.
Near is the Sun,
I am new. I am shined.

©2012 Linda Willows

Photograph by Barry Wayne Ackerman

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“Take me with You, Wind today” ~The Poetry of Linda Willows


Take me with You, Wind, today.
I long to feel like your own at play,
Flying up and far away.
I would champion the skies that bid your way.

Let me fly above the treetops high
And whisper the sounds of natures’ sweet sigh.
I would soar with the birds, wings outstretched and light
And join with their songs as day turned to night.

Wind, I miss you caressing my face.
There was never a time nor season or place,
When you were not beside my own journey and heart
With a promise that You would never depart.

©2012 Linda Willows

(photo credit: Dennis Ramos)

I Long to Feel the Wind Once More

I Long to Feel the Wind Once More

I long to feel the wind once more,

The crashing wave of life against

My heart’s most hidden and thirsty core.

I alone must seal the cry

Of history’s winding relentless roar.

I call, fallout, curl into grace and sigh

I must breathe the Divine for Godly restore.

Bring forward the Winds that carry me back to Mine

That quake to find us and bring Sacred bind.

©2012 Linda Willows