Fresh air through my veins
Thrashing the winds
Swirling down through my veins,
Caressing, revitalizing
Parts without reach,
Empowering each red cells’
strength to increase.
Crescendo, explosion of
Colour in cheeks,
Winter’s cold chilling wins
No blast away ills
Standing, enticed
has Mind, Body and Soul.
Been entranced to this river
As it caresses its’ rocks,
Trickling o’er boulders
Not yet to full size.
Yet still mystical powers
how strength healing within.
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012
Physical , natural sensations and cadences make this a very exuberant poem.
Thank you Louis x