The wind is restless
as ever, never sleeping.
Deep breaths. In. And out.
wind
The Legend of Castro
The northerly breeze gently rolled the screen
while the Turks waited for the scirocco
to bring them to land.
The ice wind breathes
The ice wind breathes ever harder; one by one city lights go out.
They hold hands. If they are ever found, they will be found together.
October strides in
October strides in,
her fisted gloves of red gold leaves
holding the foreboding frozen heart of winter.
She kicks the trees with wild swings;
Their branches sway and leaves blow in her face like tears.
She strides on and, in the distance behind her,
The echoed howls of winter wolves grow louder.
Chill summer gale
Come sweet zephyrs of the southern seas,
Come flattering breaths of gentle gods to ease us on our way – No?
No, we must remember our place and it is here,
Remember our place and hirple head down into the teeth of the chill summer gale.
Edinburgh 01 June
Running a distance or lying quite still
And then those days when the physical is all
We move in our bodies, the sun, sea and wind
Cherry blossom and birdsong are background to our heartbeats
Beyond the far horizon the mist clears.
simonsalento 