Standing watch in the field once green
Cloaked in fog
Waiting for the winter winds
Arms stretched wide, ready for action
Tools of the future
Patient for their time to shine
Marking the separation of power
Protectors of the small towns
Bringing both delight and despair
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I love the imagery! I think I’ve said that before about your poetry. I also feel a sense of unhurried-ness here. Not that windmills don’t work, but they don’t strive. They *are* ready for action – to do what they were designed for.
Thank you! There was a calmness about the train trip. 😊