Tag: wind

  • Clutch

    Wind roars darkly blowing Winter’s bare, brittle limbs across Spring’s path.       

  • Clearing

    Autumn creeps toward us this year.  The white birch turns from  green to yellow and goldens into November. I watch the bright leaves shout to me through the front window, and everyday for two weeks I think how I will write about it. Now the wind comes, and well over half of the leaves cover…