I wish I could bottle,
package, and sell the wind
rustling, shimmering
in my yard this morning.
But that would be a waste.
You have your own right now.
Step outside. Peep out doors.
Take a whiff. Ride the air.
If leaves cannot be found,
Give the sky your greatest
Shh. Your teeth can be leaves.
Breath is the wind inside.
-Photo by Sean Foster on Unsplash
Radiance Within 