I wrote this poem this morning as I was looking out my bedroom window, hearing the breeze blow through the trees and watching the sheep grazing in the pasture, along with the gorgeous sunrise. That view will never get old. The sound of the wind in the trees reminded me of ocean waves rolling onto the shore.
Wind Waves
The window in my bedroom,
Holds a favorite view.
The early morning sunrise,
Pink and orange and blue.
This particular morning,
The wind blows through.
I watch the clouds passing by,
I see the grazing ewes.
I close my eyes and listen close,
In my mind’s eye I see,
The water rolling to the shore,
The waves of the sea.
