Wind blows through Spruce like turbulence on

a flight over the Atlantic.

Wrapped in Warmth of

dogs and blankets, I sit watching

through the window.

Dust distorts the

perfect Blue

of Sky and gives ominous

Clouds distressing and striking hues.

Wind and Spruce

They sing a love-laced menace,

a reminder of my (tiny) place in the

order of Things.

In this moment,

there is nothing more important to do than

to Love.

Wind and Spruce

In this moment,

there is nothing more important than to

ask for Forgiveness,

to offer Water and Breath,

to Witness.

Published by myriam khouzam

i am interested by life's simple intricacies. i am silence and noise. i am duality. i am a raw treat making, yoga teaching, dog walking lover of life.

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