Vigor of the Wind

[geoloski]

The winds blow across the prairie with the vigor of Thor.

I am struck by its cold claw

Burrowing deep within.

It holds me tight

And makes me think of the warmth lost

Holding stark and naked

As a scarecrow in the field

Slowly being worn away from the relentless weather

Falling apart to the hands of time.

Each turn of the clock moves me forward

The sun blinds

Comments

[geomancam]

Beautiful! This is quite an amazing poem, very detailed, very honest.