I watched the wind today
…it swished past me
raking its fingers through my hair
while parting trees
and lifting leaves
I watched the wind today
as it danced past me
..tickling my feet
while whispering loudly in my ear
I watched the wind today
…it was a wonderful sight to see
© Vivian Zems
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March 9, 2020 at 12:29 am
Oh nice!! Happy Sunday Vivian
Much❤love
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March 9, 2020 at 4:18 am
Would be nice to stand arms stretched and actually feel the wind!
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March 9, 2020 at 8:36 am
Yes terrific Vivian – vivid enough not just to be a literary but a physical pleasure too – could feel that breeze between my toes, as I read…
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March 9, 2020 at 4:21 pm
I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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March 9, 2020 at 9:27 am
Yes, it’s a great feeling Nice one.
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March 9, 2020 at 4:20 pm
Thank you!
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March 9, 2020 at 10:08 am
I like wind-watching too.
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March 9, 2020 at 11:19 am
It’ll be nice when I can feel moved to write about moving air by using words like “breeze” instead of “wind-chill”. Soon, I’m hoping.
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March 9, 2020 at 4:19 pm
Soon😂
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March 9, 2020 at 6:29 pm
This is beautiful! I can actually feel the wind in your poem and want to run outside and embrace the night! 💝💝
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March 9, 2020 at 8:40 pm
The wind as fingers through hair is a lovely image. It made me turn my face up and want to feel the breeze!
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March 9, 2020 at 11:45 pm
Glad you can feel it!
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March 9, 2020 at 9:58 pm
Beautiful poem Vivian. When younger I lived in England and loved walking in the countryside and having the wind come to say hello when walking on a hill top.
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March 10, 2020 at 2:21 pm
I closed my eyes and watched and felt what the speaker did. I love when Nature blesses us, in soul and flesh. This is lovely, Vivian.
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March 11, 2020 at 6:39 pm
Thanks Magaly 🙂
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March 11, 2020 at 1:37 am
This was my day (although with a lack of hair) on Sunday. The wind bending the branches and kicking up the drying leaves that were once packed under snow.
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March 11, 2020 at 6:36 pm
Excellent!
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May 3, 2020 at 6:48 pm
There is something beautiful about the wind bending the branches on and tree and making them dancing back and forth. Thanks for helping me remember that with your poem.
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May 5, 2020 at 12:58 am
My pleasure, Geri…and thanks for dropping by!
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