Ask me and I’ll tell you, I’m not big on poetry–reading it or writing it. I’ve been exposed to more lately. Made me think that maybe, just maybe, I should putter around with it now and then.
We live high atop a New Mexico hill now. We lived and vacationed on the East Coast in days gone by. Do your senses take you to other places and times? Perhaps you don’t know what some of these things look like. We have added some images to aid you.
Summer winds push pinion–rustle bear grass
Breezes bounce off prickly pear–chuck cholla
Gusty wind’s wake strikes my ear
Waves breaking on the shore
The Mid-Atlantic, not New Mexico
Avon or Buxton–the Outer Banks
Warm and breezy–here or there
Hours go by, chilly gusts come–damp with rain
Temps drop quickly–a passing front
A decade ago in Virginia–here