#windcore

Earthbound forgiveness of the strength of others. Call forth the beseeched tantion of the field forward flowers. Come to the north and feel soft calls from the wind in search of wholeness. In a land for dense and murky shock waves float threw the sun. Apples shall roll in to dark chasms around heaps of dry leaves, soft hearted for glowing midnight deer.

When the wind begins to whisper , listen with a kindness. The wind loves you , and she cares for you . Be kind to her .

The sky is light shade of gray, one that you can always recognize to mean cold weather. It is always the same color sky that signals it where you live. Gray skies, winds picking up and carrying something frozen with them (it’s not snow), thick coats are found again, and memories (not always pleasant ones) are dusted off. You take warning, and stay inside, stay where it is warm and the real world (but is it?) cannot reach you (or can it?).

Foreboding winds sweep across the porch carrying away hollow husks of burnt timber. The fire happened days ago surrounding only one oak at the edge of the property. You thought you saw him in dancing in the night sky, calling forth the fire from within. Raging flames scorching the essence. You ran, comforting shaking flora. Another will soon join from within.

Hallowed winds arrive in the valley singing drones of lore. Come crouch by the stream and allow the water to pass through your finger tips. Pull forward a stone from just beyond your reach. Walk deeper into thicketed forest as the glow of fireflies dimly lights your way. Wind gusts rush through the trees, guiding the long awaited passages of time.