“Witching Winds” A Poem

Witching Winds

I love the wind in New Mexico. It is like cleaning out your own personal storage cabinet with a powerful gust that can last days. (No, really! The winds come in and stay for awhile!) The wind wakes you up at night, and you feel as if spirits are being stirred in the dust. In my short three-years of living here, I am always taken by the wind. It is spell binding, and inspiring.

 

 

 

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