There is a great wind this morning
the trees are rejoicing in it
heavy snows having left their branches
the bay is wild this morning
and only a few moments ago
all was quiet.

Only a few moments ago I was
questioning
wondering if I should listen
to the voice inside
then
this great wind blew life into
everything
even into my questioning.

—

Martha Hendrickson has always been in the arts, drawing, painting, photography and has written on small pieces of paper since a teen. She lives near Penetanguishene Ontario on the shores of Georgian Bay.  Has been in several writing groups over the last 20 or so years, but mostly writes alone, often before the sun rises. http://www.marthahenrickson.com