First Flights

This blog is to be a place of poems and wild notions, of some rantings and a few ravings. Comments are welcome, but may be ignored. Welcome to my viewpoint. I hope to hear yours. SunHawk

The first Poem on the Wind is as follows:

No place on Earth is free to be encircled,
no sea waits to be held in silken gloves,
the wind wanders far above the smokes
and only souls go following the sun.