they say
it’s not normal
the winds here
in Izmir
this time of year
but they blow
trees bend sway
branches shiver
apples fall to the ground
outside
and I find
a heaviness I felt
before
being blown away
on the wind
over the hills
to the sea
beyond
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In Kate's World
Leonard Durso 
Hey, I really like this one, L. You know how when someone tells you to take a deep breath and you find that by listening to them you are already taking a deep breath and already feel better? This poem works like that–by the time I got to the end of it I was feeling lighter, in league with the wind, not so bad, not so bad. Thanks!
Thank you for the comment. And these winds have been blowing almost nonstop since I arrived Thursday night, keeping the cat fascinated as he sits by the window holding his breath.
Love the movement in this. Wonderful.
Thank you. It sort of blew its way across the page and I followed it.
No surprise for the writer, no surprise fo the reader — I think Frost said that. Glad you caught that one before it got away!
Me, too.