Wind on her face

listening to wind

 

Discord between sky and earth
cacophony over grass and sea,
the cry of wind from the land side.
She cocks her shell like ear
to hear the words of war
and seething rage of air.

Eyes closed, fat fists clenched
she leans into the tumult,
feels hair brushed over her forehead
and eyes squint at the hint of play.
The smell of mud and sea sand
the blow of wind from sea to land.

She grins as the battle rages
pages turned on abandoned books.
Her chest swells as smell of salt
assail her flared nostrils.
The battle spills from dark clouds
loud thunder thrills and she runs

Into my waiting arms

-Dave Kavanagh

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