Sister Wind

This came to me last night as I was laying in bed listening to the wind.

 

My sister the wind sings her galdr and the world trembles at her voice. Her Howl is primal and strikes to the core. How I love to stand and feel her embrace, as her fingers play with my hair.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Nature, Poetry

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s