Dancing in the Wind


Love dancing in the wind

the harder the wind blows

come Autumn

the better I like it

so unlike summer breezes

I spread my arms

and feel like a bird in flight

I love to dance in the wind

to twirl about

as the wind blows all around me

looking up at the sky

and the clouds that go by

one by one

colorful leaves go flying by

creating a colorful carpet

beneath my feet

love dancing in the wind

refreshed with rosy cheeks

like some puppet on a string

enjoy having the wind

push me along

as I twirl and twirl about

nothing makes me laugh so much

as dancing in the wind

that feeling of lightness

as if I was weightless

the wind pushes me from behind

and as I turn around

it pushes me backwards

in a wild sort of dancing craze

just the wind and I


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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