Front on force.... strong breeze blows as buffering wall or leaning post embracing me like cosmic arms expanding, protecting as stronghold shields monarch from oncoming tides of conflict and battles led by enemies from distant parts.
Force moves on through passing day and pitch night- gathering tempo relenting at intervals then easing.... declining speed releasing pressure on life and land growth.
I watch intense in breaking dawn the broad horizon- the growing light and slowing gusts that sweep to nothing then wither by wayside waste. A stronghold falls like dreams awakened and light reveals brightness moving in.
Last Edit: Feb 17, 2023 15:08:31 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers
Post by conflagratorofspirit on Feb 10, 2023 23:07:40 GMT 9.5
That's just beautiful. I was here in this eagles nest enjoying a bit of the whip n rip(,safely of course) and the winds...yeah, it definitely happened. I prefer to whistle the Scorpions tune "winds of change"...it's liked a lot by those little wind energies.