The wind blows away with a great whoosh, a rushing of air. It rushes by my ears and envelops me in its tempo.
The trees lean and sway in its torrent, but I am held steady and safe
- William Carlos Williams
The wind blows away with a great whoosh, a rushing of air. It rushes by my ears and envelops me in its tempo.
The trees lean and sway in its torrent, but I am held steady and safe