Windswept

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Gusts of shrill winter
Carry me high
I walk on fine heather
Under blackened sky

I stumble on rocks
Old, crumpled faces
I see lives and memories
Of distant places

Natures skirt rustles
Grasses are lifted
Pulled this way and that
From the roots are shifted

The whipping wind
Sweeping at my feet
Steals my thoughts as
I hasten a retreat

Heady clouds slumber
Before rain is shed
Shot from deafening darkness
Luminous rods overhead

Soon vapour evaporates
Lush green is released
The belly of the silvered sky
Watches nature, unleashed

 

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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