Windward
The wind
is an agent of change
so I face it
head on
and welcome its
cold embrace
its cleansing properties
its whirling breath
that chafes my skin
and chills my core
and I ask it to change me
and it always obliges.
Copyright © Gregory Joseph Firlotte | Year Posted 2021
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