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just right
by Charlie Morgansometimes, looking just right
you can see the wind.
not just feathers ruffling,
grasses bowing, leaves leaving;
the water-colored wind touches,
rises, touches, rises; a swoop,
as the wind lazily covers the ground
with a sluggish manta ray shadow
lifting warmly again until the clouds
become trusted friends with the Heavens;
'til all wings catch a warm nudge
and the fruitful earth cools, rests.
10/03/2007 Posted on 10/03/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 10/04/07 at 06:43 PM Almost unbearable in its simplicity of astounding thought. I am taken with this, I hope the wind will carry me away now, for I can almost see it. Love this, ultra poem. |
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