Wind

Mary McGrath
Nov 7 · 1 min read

Fall’s whisper…

Photo by Autumn Mott Rodeheaver on Unsplash

The wind dances over my skin
Like a gentle arpeggio.
Invisible fingers,
Playing the scales,
Trying to find its way
Between the eaves of trees.

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Mary McGrath

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Mary writes from Los Angeles and Naples, FL. Some of her credits include: Newsweek, Wall St. Journal, Good Housekeeping, and Chicken Soup for the Soul.

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