the wind
blows away
in the wind
*
tossed and scattered,
tossed and scattered by the wind—
the crow laughs
*
the crow,
blowing in the wind….and
loving it!
It was an all day wind, true to March….and it was doing what it loves to do—blowing, blowing this way and that way, this way and that way. I could feel it and hear it, and I could see it as the crow, its feet grabbing the wires holding on and swaying with the wind, then letting go tossed out into the air, then coming back to the wire, swinging and letting go, over and over. Wind dance.
