Whoosh Of Wind

A sickle moon low eastern in the sky last night gave the hammering winds a home only old Russians accept, the Hammer & Sickle of Communist lore.

Imagine burying your head in a pillow most nights also some days as the eerie howl of wind gusts incessantly. Dirty dust invades all cracks.

I rush to analyze this day bathed in sunlight tricking creatures to leave their lairs and shiver until they return. Eyes accept what's seen.

Ronald C. Downie