Wind wanders through trees
touching leaves
blessing rocks, waters and Earth
teaching herself about them
and her own limits.
Forest,
home to Common Raven and Wren
rock and leaf
moss and ice,
blow from me the anxious breath of past storms
and replace it with calm certainty and peaceful grace.
As geese assume the currents
that carry them
may the flow seeking me
find me quickly and carry me aloft.
Wind says
I am curiosity
I cannot blow myself,
still my breath touches these things I see.
I am my own breath.
You are a Common Human,
but extraordinary in your Being.
How could you be otherwise
having breathed My sacred air.
©photo and poem by caf
How lovely 🥰
Thank you.