Wind

The maddest wind

Tangles your hair,

Tears fall from your eyes

It’s not crying, just an allergy to the weather.

The colors are dark,

Like in fairy tales,

Rotting wooden houses

Buried deep in the forest.

Thoughts are swirling

With fleeting impressions.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

That's how wind behaves, a naughty child losing its temper, bed - NO! clean teeth - NO! Crazy mood just before calming and resting its thoughts, fleeing impressions prepare to make dreams of breezes instead!

'The colors are dark,
Like in fairy tales,
Rotting wooden houses
Buried deep in the forest'

Those four lone lines create a more than fine visual, Mari! Many thanks for sharing

[Mari]

Thank you very much! ❤️