Duluth Inspires Me

Poetry has kind of been flowing through my veins recently. So many things inspire me to write. The most recent inspiration was our random trip to Duluth on Wednesday. It was just me and a couple other friends who up and went to the north. There was still a lot of snow on the ground, but it wasn't too cold. It felt good to be away.

So, that little outing produced this. Not much, but a bit how I feel about the country.

Wind

I walk out into the breeze

The wind on my cheeks

My ears turn red and freeze

I skip past little creeks.

The wind in my face

The taste of the woods

I walk at a faster pace

Away from busy hoods.

I skip, run, and jump

Happy, twinkling, carefree

Past an old tree stump

Buzzing in my heart like a bee.

Then I stop to look and gaze

The scene so still and serene

People-free, a tree-maze

Full of gray and evergreen.

The white of winter snows

The gray of sullen sky 

The wind that brightly blows

The silent birds winging by.

It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s wild

It’s cool and sharp, alive

Running about like a child

Full of joy, I revive.

And that’s the wind that blows

And fills your lungs with life

Captures you in its joyful throws

Sings like a song, cuts like a knife. 

A picture from my first trip to Duluth back in 2018.