Caught Up In
By thespin
The wind bellows and brushes across the pale pastel sky. Making angel-hair clouds on high. It blows its breath upon the ocean. Forming horizontal, vertical and centrifugal motion. It sings and whispers among the tree tops. Loosen their rainbow leaves and then stops. A pallet of colors start to dance. Caught up in the wind's hypnotic trance. Seagulls soar, float, and then glide. Doing their Swan Lake ballet side by side. You and I are walking hand in hand. Listening and watching Nature's band. The wind runs its fingers through your hair. At this moment we don't have a care. It's just you and I walking the Cape Cod Canal. Caught up in its Autumn spell.Wrote this today. In the morning while I was walking. Let me know what you think, honestly. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 07:40 AM PST 0 • 8
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"The wind bellows and brushes across the pale pastel sky...."