When the wind blows as it is today, it reminds me of a day a few years ago when I stood at the edge of the field watching my miniature horses run with the wind.  It was that shared feeling that inspired the following poem.

The north winds raced across the field picking up speed

Greeting and pushing the trees aside

And swirling around the corners of the house

In a playful arrogant rush

The horses darted in and around the cooling wind

With equal mischief and excitement

Kicking up their heels in the air

In direct rebellion and competition with the changing elements

The whistling interruption of the hyper air

Synchronized to the exuberant beat of the horses hoofs

And joined hands at the opposite horizons

Partnering with the sky’s stampeding gray clouds

It was an aggressive and expected announcement

Of the arrival of an old and dear friend

An Appropriate and suitable escort for

The welcome introgression of the seasonal change

I saw someone today

That I never really knew

She was always there

But hello I never said

I was busy with the kids

I was busy preparing meals

I was busy with the house

So hello I never said

I saw her again in a day or two

But excuses were more than a few

She was always there

But still hello was never said

I stayed busy with the kids

And busy preparing meals

Was busy with the house

No time for hello to be said

I did not see her for years

I assumed that she was gone

When I could not find her

Hello could not be said

Soon the kids were grown

I was no longer busy preparing meals

I was no longer busy with the house

Only then did I find the time

To  introduce myself to me

The silver morning sky slowly brightens
As the sun’s rays reach
From behind the horizon
To scout the lingering clouds

The trees stand as motionless statues
Waiting for the winds
To move them
To dance through the day

The air thickened by yesterday’s cool rain
Rises to welcome the warm sun
With a ghostly white presence
That blends with the clouds
To erase the horizon’s divide

The void of color is in
Striking contrast to the previous dawn
Yet its statement is equal to the others

It is magnificent to open ones eyes,
Breathe in a subtle grandeur,
And ponder the wonderment
Of infinite uniqueness

I want to be different
Yet the same
Unusual
But normal
Creative
But not weird

I want to be individual
But not alone
Private
But not reclusive
Intellectual
But not pompous

I want to be pretty
But not flamboyant
Outgoing
But with reserve
Admired
Without jealousy

I want to be charitable
Without disturbing dignity
Compassionate
Without suffocating
Religious
Without imposition

I want to be free
But not without boundaries
Fun
But not wild
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I am fun
Not so young
But certainly not done

I am shy
Don’t lie
But can be a bit sly

Many a toy
I enjoy
Spoiled I employ

I cook
Look at a book
And then wade a brook

I sew
Love to mow
And plant vegetables in a row

Horses are cherished
Chickens lavished
And that donkey admonished

I anger quick
Forgive not a lick
Grudges held as easily as a stick

I am sweet
I am neat
And hard to beat

Not speedy
Nor greedy
I know I am needy

Not ugly
Nor bulgy
Just a little pudgy

I am smart
At least part
Just very slow to start

I am complicated
Not premeditated
But completely dedicated

I am lazy
A bit hazy
And a lot crazy

I am tattered
Not at all battered
But a whole lot scattered

I like to be
Under a tree
Just dreaming free

Happy today
I must say
I put all the stresses away

We are all different, yet the same

We travel together the roads of life

Some turning left, hitting strife

Others turning right, claiming fame

But as we walk our paths

Differences blend to similarity

Simplistic conclusions

To life’s questions

Gain clarity

Different and unique we certainly can claim

Yet we still remain the same

Gayle Blancett

Wind lifts a single strand of hair weightlessly
Tickling my nose and teasing my eyes
As I sprinkle water on the patio flowers

The trees bounce and clap their leaves
When a golf cart speeds around the bend
Emitting a sense of urgency
To race the disappearing sun to the next green

Voices carried by the wind
Sift through the privacy hedge
To deliver indirectly to my ears
Distorted unrecognizable mutterings

Serene perfectly manicured green in every direction
Is beautifully accented by meticulously placed plants
And ever changing colors of the vast Texas sky

It is a typical evening in the village
Near the seventeenth green
Where the breeze is always lifting my hair
As I sprinkle water on the patio flowers

Wind blows a single strand of hair

Weightlessly across my face

Touching my eyes and tickling my nose

Just enough to annoy

The trees bounce and clap their leaves

As a golf cart speeds around the bend from sight

Voices carried by wind are delivered to ears unrecognizable

A hedge hides the green

From the walls of glass

Where eyes are always watching

And feet are constantly moving

Smiles are epidemic,

Fine tuned instruments played well

Where business is shared freely

In the neighborhood by the greens

Beautiful cultured nature abounds

Harmonizing with elements uncontrolled

A disparity defined by perspective

At the precise moment of personal interception