by Ethel Mortenson Davis
This morning
the wind through the trees
sounded like air
through giant bellows,
like large lungs
breathing in air
and out air,
Like we felt,
next to our mother
as infants,
a great pair of lungs
that we knew somehow was
the source of life.
fourwindowspress 
Beautifully pitched, Ethel.
Thanks. Ethel
I love this Ethel. Exquisite once again….
Love to you Betty. Hope you are good. Ethel
Love back to you, Ethel. I’m doing okay, hope you are too.