It’s not the sun’s fault
the clouds moved out of the way
the rain blew away
MY WINTERED SOUL UNFOLDS
the rain blew away
the clouds moved out of the way
It’s not the sun’s fault
It’s not the sun’s fault
the clouds moved out of the way
the rain blew away
MY WINTERED SOUL UNFOLDS
the rain blew away
the clouds moved out of the way
It’s not the sun’s fault
Love that middle line: sounds a bit (wonderfully) “unhorsed.”
as in I fell out of the saddle? LOL
Let the wind take the blame – as long as it stops blowing when the sun arrives.
Stan, I live in Texas. The wind never stops blowing.
Phew, I love the movement here!
I love the idea of the wintered soul unfolding – wonderfully visual and pertinent!
thank you – I am feeling spring FINALLY!