Frost Prawn

 

Photo credit: (Scott Cain) "Frost Prawn"
Written for all


Where does one begin when talking of the wind? 


Suppose it ends with those who sail out in a gale. 


But what whispers through the pines drawing inspiration in our minds. 


And makes a playful twist that twirls leaves in a tempest. 


It is the air of the earth and breath in our chest 


The puff of smiles on a child sending dandelions into the wild

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