Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Morning Poem - The Movement of Air

One windy day
as the wind was blowing
there was a moment
of timeless bestowing.

The wind as it blew on
one day in the past
enlightened a moment
of memory to last.

One windy day
as time ticked on by
the wind blew in questions
a little awry.

Twisted and turned
the wind blew away
with all the memories
remembered that day.

The day was transposing
the thoughts here to there
one windy day
with the movement of air.

©By Bill Pearce