Reckon The Wind
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Splendid fragrances of life
from newborn flowers of Spring.
Pleasure lifting the esprit.
Reckon The Wind.

Frosty breath -- shivers in the air.
Delectable aroma from the distant
flue across the snowy field.
Reckon The Wind.

Salivating smell of a bakers bin -
dancing merrily to patrons
of cobblestone streets.
Reckon The Wind.

Fright of animals
scurrying to safety
from a far away fire.
Reckon The Wind.

A family deranged by disaster -
an on coming storm.
Thunder - Lightening.
Reckon The Wind.

Know of the morrow --
things that are soon to be
and will come to pass.
Reckon The Wind

Barnum Taylor © 1998