BREEZY DAYS

The April wind blows around my head
and picks up fragments of my thoughts.
We race,
I cycle downhill
and the wind speeds in the opposite direction.
Together, we win-
I now travel lighter, with fewer thoughts to hinder me,
and the wind has a handful of it own
to scatter at will into the colorful arms of Spring.

Title by Emmett Cummings
Poem by Peggy Grosswiler

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