The Wind

 The wind blew
across those fields
It just wouldn’t quiet down
Not this time
Every morning
She would get up
Sit on that porch
And feel that breeze against her face
That wind was up to something
For sure

She could hear it at night
When she should be sleeping
Could hear it throw itself against
the walls of the house
Wondering where she was
Whispering her name
It was her name, wasn’t it?
It was impossible to sleep
There would be no rest
She knew that
The wind knew it too

She had put on her blue dress
That day
for it to come
Across those fields
Packed her suitcase
and everything
They would miss her
The old ones
But they had known it would happen
That wind had blown
across those fields

If you like the images that have been used to illustrate this poem, they are all from All the photos have been edited, but the first photo is by xololounge, the second photo is by Adelaila, the third photo is by thesuccess and the fourth photo is by YordanovPlamen.

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