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Kissing the Wind

by Tony Whitaker

These stark Swiss Alps
A bleached white sea
With treeless trails so clear to ski
My feet feel sweet sweeping to and fro
Like angel’s wings which guide my soul
Soaring slopes of crystal flows
The meaning of life I’ve come to know
Kissing the wind as I fly below


Posted on 02/18/2009
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/18/09 at 03:32 PM

Very nice.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/18/09 at 03:50 PM

...tony! tony! like gabe says...nice, niiiiice.

Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/18/09 at 04:47 PM

Lucky!!! MFS

Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 02/18/09 at 04:58 PM

swooosh, only to be you....lovely imagery. smh

Posted by George Hoerner on 02/18/09 at 05:57 PM

Have a great time to add to a great write. The Swiss are such great hosts and their beer is good too.

Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/24/09 at 05:18 PM

There is a wonderful feeling to this poem, of freshness, openness... and the wonder of life. Great Read!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/19/10 at 04:28 PM

As Jackie Gleason used to say: "How sweet it is!" And I mean not only the poem, but the snow, the soul, feelings of freedom and ... well... loftiness. That's what I get from this delightful piece. Thanks.

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