The Sunshine And The Wind

This Poem will form the text of an illustrated Book.

The sunshine and the wind,
You know,
To me they're
Everything.

You don't even see the day
Or feel the warmth of the
Sun ray.

You won't ever let the breeze
Take you from your gravity.

I feel the sunshine and the wind,
Leading me towards God again.

You sweat inside your collar now,
Sniff
And think, "I'm coming down
With a cold from this
Blasted breeze".

And then of course, you sneeze.

And when I miss
The sunshine and the wind,
Because
Hidden by a cloud again,
The sun seems to have gone away,
And the breeze
Is still
Sometimes each day,

You look at me like
I'm daft,
To hate the shade
And lack of
Draft.

The Sunshine and the wind,
To you they're just environment,
And scantly
Worth consideration,
But I recognize their
Great import
Upon the meadow and the court,
And lounge in
Flippant
Admiration.

Reviews

[RomaJ]

There’s a gentle reverence in how you inhabit the ordinary..sunlight, wind, the fleeting sensations of day..and transform them into a meditation on presence and connection. I love the way the poem moves between the playful, almost domestic observations and the quiet spiritual undertones, as if each sneeze, each shaded moment, is part of a larger choreography with the divine. It’s a tender reminder that the simplest elements of our world can carry deep meaning, and that noticing them is an act of devotion.
..Roma

[Chris Shaw]

There are those who have such an affinity with the natural environment and others who just don’t get it. I felt here the author has a real appreciation of the elements while the significant other misses out. Nothing like a drop of sunlight to lift spirits and the rustle of the wind to blow the cobwebs away.

Chris