Morning dove alone,
Then her friends take flight with her.
Follow the wind gust.
writing
Friday unfastening made difficult when synapses stumble
Long days wind sinews
Into constrictive shackles.
Bow head, close eyes, breathe.
Wavering against an inside tide only makes for an oncoming storm.
When the air is still
A tree cannot shed anew.
Create your own gust.
MKat Reclamations 