Small Stone Day 30

I name this wind
Gusterling.
If he is a giant
breathing on us,
this Gusterling,
he is a gentle giant,
blowing with just enough
of his strength
to sound interesting,
rattle our house a little,
cause trees to wave
to their friends,
and birds to fly
off course,
too fast or
not at all.

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About Carol Ross

Interested in therapeutic writing.
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