The wind

The wind
2 April 2021

I couldn’t feel the wind in the forest
under the canopy of budding trees
parked at the campsite with the picnic table

I did feel the cold sting of winter’s lingering breath
fighting against the thawing earth
throwing snow sideways against the trees

On the mountain top there’s blue skies and sun
the promise of spring already visible

Winter cannot survive much longer
and together we will smile and laugh in the sunshine
squint up at the heat
swat away flies
seek shade among the thick forest canopy.

About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • mountain biker • outdoor adventurer • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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