
She is the wind
The clouds drift by
On her breath
The waves reach up
as she passes and
Trees bow before her
She is gentle but
When riled she
Causes destruction
Without compassion
She is the wind
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A place for poems and pics
Chevrefeuille, over at Carpe Diem, is hosting a renga party!
He started it off with this –
in the twilight
mist creeps over the fields
stars twinkle
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Ese added the next bit –
climbing vines of honeysuckle
scented breezes lure out the moon
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now it’s my turn –
moonglow touches earth
sparkles brightly on still water
diamonds on the pond
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