over the course of time
one day the wind blew the sun away
and suddenly
there was no more living in the shadows
you can’t catch the wind with your hands
but you can always catch your breath
nobody expected a sandstorm
in the middle of winter
but then again we live in interesting times
of course the sun never really went away
she was merely waiting in the wings
as for the bitter arctic winds
they’re bound and determined to return again
january two thousand nineteen
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it would be wonderful to think we could always catch our breath. A lovely poem.
Thank you so much, Denise.