Tag Archives: the wind

say it isn’t so


Here I sit hour after hour just watching that wind blow and wondering where do all the tree dwelling critters go when the branches are whipping to and fro…  I may never know.

 (c) 2015 Annette Aben 

one would imagine


Oh to be free like the wind to dance with the trees or to deliver a flower’s fragrance, with a soft gentle breeze. To guide the snowflakes playfully along or to give the green grass a whistling song. To move each grain of sand along the shore leaving empty beds of once what was and creating piles of lots more. To carry birds on the wing and to clouds into all sorts of different shapes and things. Perhaps to be free is wind like to be!

©2015 Annette Aben