The breeze is ancient, and has many voices. And, all of mankind is affected by it in one way or another. Some of us literally embrace it, while others hate it. I can relate to wind in dust storms on the high plains of Kansas and Colorado that were terrible, and Mint Julips on a southern veranda in the deep south with a cooling southern breeze that were fantastic; the wind seems to be all things, depending on circumstances and place...
You have done a good job on this, making the reader feel your intimacy with the wind... you have brought in that personal relationship which is so important in poetry.
isn't the wind sort of magical? i use to run with this man, and we ran on this hill that was always windy and it drove me crazy. i would curse it and complain the whole time. one day the man stopped running and told me to stop fighting the wind and embrace it. it took a while but eventually i got it and began to realize the beuty of it.
Submission Name: Moving Air
