Wind-Blown Thoughts

My flat white sneakers brush across the pavement

the crunch of leaves beneath their souls.

I feel the wind between my fingers

whispering softly as it blows.

A small secret of chill air is around me

the thought of soft warm sweaters compels.

We read by window sills

we sit in the grass.

We are the new ideas and plans.

We are the sparks throughout all the lands.

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Verse for today: James 3:18 "Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness."