a walk in the wind
in the fresh, fragrant season
vivifying breaths
a walk in wildness
sunlit hair is in my eyes
disorderly blooms
a walk in chaos
that keeps the pinwheels turning
as wind tours my street
You are so very welcome. Thank you for the joy of your comments.
The originality and spontaneous beauty and imagery feeling in this lovely poem is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought it outstanding too Evelyn
I'm so glad you did. Thank you, LeeAnn.