Wind

The wind rushing, as it learns
to be a ghost.
It comes to a cave,
yelling its way in,
then coursing through
the Teton Mountains,
where it will find
a tree
to rest, then move through,
as it helps the warm day
find the coolness of
the flying snow.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.