Wednesday 16 February 2011: Wind-Catchers
Road works on the run to Tesco made me rethink my way home, so I snook past the Marton Windmill, wound down the window and took this one to show you the beautiful blue sky we had,briefly,today.
Even the whisper of a wind
Will woo these wind-catchers
To creak and groan, round and round,
Moaning above tulips, red and yellow.
And when one great dipping arm catches me
I soar screaming into baby-blue sky,
With wide and wild eyes
Stirring color to a blur.
'Hang on, hang on, hang on, '
My laughing heart sings,
Like love it lifts you
And brings you round,
And like a poem,
High above familiar ground,
It never wants to put you down.
You can see links to my other windmill shots here