... the north winds ...
~
i never know when it will blow my way
* again *
i just know when it has arrived...
and
~
IT
has
arrived
~
tugging at the tattered edges of my lace wings
gently calling me somewhere new,
hauntingly wooing this nomad heart...
i am most positive i am never looking for it
* change *
b
u
t
i know,
that once the north wind comes for you
you may choose to use those tattered wings
and
follow wherever it may lead you...
or
stand
and
allow the winds to ravage through you
taking cover under those wings...
reflecting
just reflecting...
what next?
* serendipity *
finding something that you were not expecting to find
sharing this post with Kim Klassen's Cafe: Texture Tuesday
