National Poetry Month Day 22

I’ve had a lot of hot cocoa this morning. I feel a lunchtime nap coming on. I figured I would post today’s poem before the nap vibe hit too hard. Enjoy.

#22

I’m searching for softer,
gentler winds.
No more gusts or gales
will take me over. 

I’ll walk with the rain, 
and rise to the sun, 
but never again look
over my shoulder. 

Thanks for reading! 💖