Dakaanimad
a poem about a cold wind...
(1) The
(2) Wind. It
(3) Blew with a
(4) tremendous force.
(5) A howling within
(6) A blistering snow storm.
(7) The trees bent and swayed with a
(8) Needle-sharp burn of ice and air.
(9) Like the bellowing of hunted beasts,
(10) The wind screamed and wailed with a cold vengeance.
(9) but it is the whisper of the pines
(8) that invited me to stand guard
(7) as the chill began to ebb
(6) and the bellowing breath
(5) slowed to a calm lull.
(4) The wind still blew,
(3) but the cold?
(2) Whispered,
(1) “sleep.”
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Jennisea Standing Rock
I started writing because it was a good outlet for a lot of reasons. But I love writing. I love having others read my work. I love hearing feedback. Someday, I want to turn my work into a book.
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Peace in the wind…. Love it ❤️ such a beautiful nature poem.