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.
Windmill
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,
Dancing you
High above familiar ground,
It never wants to put you down.

Dennis Lambert

You can see links to my other windmill shots here