West Wind

Her spirit rushes over the waving grasses

And the jittery tree leaves

Like the West Wind

Racing to fetch the stick

I’ve thrown so high and far

But the stick lies still

Where it has fallen.

 

Mike Stone

Raanana Israel

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2 responses to “West Wind

  1. That was beautiful, Dad. Brought a tear to my eye. I miss her too.

    Assaf

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