I subscribe to Georgia Heard’s newsletter. For the month of July, she invites us to write tiny letters. For July 2nd, the prompt is “Write a letter to the wind.” For the complete calendar, try this link.
I asked Molly Hogan, fellow Inkling who blogs at Nix the Comfort Zone, for a photo for this week. Molly is an amazing nature photographer who lives in Maine. She sent me a few to choose from, and I felt this one lended itself well to a letter to the wind.
Please share your small poems in the comments and support other writers with encouraging comments.
Here is my “quick write” letter to the wind:
Dear Wind,
Whatever the season,
you show up
soothe our suffering,
cuddle tree branches,
wrapping us up in your dreams.
Be kind to us, wind, we are struggling
through climate change,
through terrific
thunder storms. You give us breath,
breath of life,
breath of death.
Tend our tender hearts,
breath of daisy,
breath of desire.
Dear wind.
Margaret Simon, draft
Reflections on the Teche 
What a beautiful photo and accompanying poem. “We are struggling.” Yes. But, the wind is still the wind as daisies are still daisies. Thank goodness.
Yes, Linda, the wind is still the wind…
Dear Margaret and Molly, thanks for Wind’s inspiration in words and imagery, soothing and offering some solace…
Dear
Wind kissed
field of flowers
transport us to
a sin-din place…
Full of mystery and wonder
waiting and rewarding
our inner spirit…
xox
Michelle Kogan, draft
Note: using Spanish form of sin, without.
Love how your poem transports us to a more peaceful place of wonder.
Michelle, the wind and nature do reward my inner spirit with peace.
Margaret, Molly’s photo is so lovely that it makes me feel nature’s healing. Great line: Be kind to us, wind, we are struggling. I’ll ad:
water
silently still
welcomes whispering wind
breezing by wild daisies
awakening
CVarsalona, June 2025 draft elfchen
Lovely Carol, especially your vision of “whispering wind!”
Michelle, thank you for the comment. Right now there is no wind floating through the sky. Only the sun’s rays monopolize earth after the torrential rains yesterday.
Sometimes I think we can only write poetry when we stop and look at one thing with precision. And it’s hard to find time to stop. This is lovely.I love the image of wrapping us in your dreams.