Where?

The wind blew strongly from the sea..

yet they all held fast to their ground.

Only their huge arms gave in to the winds’ desire…

only thier arms… and my hair.

Slowly, slowly it dies away

but it does not go with out a fight,

with out speaking its mind,

without leaving it’s mark in the world,

it paints the sky in oranges and gold

it damps the air in breathes of summer’s end

and warm glow.

Cheers, NM