The Bookish Kind: Walking the Moors

Friday, March 19, 2010

Walking the Moors

The wind is howling outside my window - as spring challenges winter. Winter is winning the fight, but not the battle - thank goodness!
Wind puts me in mind of moors. The beautiful, spacious, glorious land of the Brontes. If they were my moors, I'd be walking them right now, wind blowing in my face, hair caught up by gusty zephyrs, and breathing the fresh air like refreshment.

Photo Credit - Top Withins by Tim Spencer, Nutclough

2 comments:

Erin | Bygone LivingMarch 20, 2010 at 12:46 AM
I would love to see the moors in person some day ♥
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WebmasterMarch 20, 2010 at 10:18 PM
Me, too!
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Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth