The wind swayed a tall pine back and forth.
The whispers fell like needles into my innermost.
The rain sprayed my spine up and down.
The spit spat cold on my cheek bones.
Strange beauty, sensual mystery.
#WheatheringGod
Gerald the Writer
Poetry, essay, and prose, oh my!
Gerald the Writer 
my first visit. yes, is the word.
May you experience your own cool conversations regularly. Thanks for visiting!
Very nice. Hopping over from Glynn Young’s place.
thanks for the visit. I hope you experience your own cool conversations.