Windmills on my Mind

by

Jane St Clair

Author, Walk Me to Midnight

Mountains and sky, and the West is so beautiful...




Here you feel as if you were the only person in the world...


So it is sad when we humans fence up the mountains in our buy, sell and trade mode...


We build big things that say I'm important, I'm big like a mountain, I'm corporate...


We build things that were cute once...



But look silly now...


Or we build things that look like we don't care...



Things that look as if we don't care how ugly we can make our mountains and our sky...

But every now and then we humans get it right.
I have windmills on my mind..



A symphony of windmills, white ribbons of windmills, prettily, trippingly, silently..Spinning, they are always spinning..


Benign, majestic, a susurrus whisper working with the wind..



Blue, white, working with the wind, if they made music, it would be the music of the wind, a lullaby waltz soothing, singing, and saying...



The mountains are so thankful that ..
Every now and then ..
The humans get it right ...