My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #20
The wintry wind speaks in breathy tongues
Echoes of words from foreign climes
Fights with trees to pass the time
Tangling shadows and light
Embracing a free
And floating kite
Starts a slow
Mournful
Dance
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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The dance of the elusive kite. It always seems the wind leads the kite astray, I love you Nonet. You carry it beautiful down the scales in a diminishing form, always ending on the perfect note. Great photograph filled with memories. – jk
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