by Zellie M. Quinn
on Jul 31, 2012 in Poetry
The Wind at My Back
I look for a path in the new fallen snow
For it is night and not wise to travel
Where am I going? I want to know
As the wind at my back does show me
It howls in the night like a wolf at the moon
As it rushes through trees and hills
And its voice tells me ‘run’ as it hurries me there
To places and lands yet unknown
I beg for a rest. Let us wait for the light-
For the darkness and cold don’t much please me.
But a whippoorwill laughs -There’s no time to waste
For life and your future are waiting!
Zellie M. Quinn
Zellie Quinn first discovered she wrote poetry in the early 1980’s in Germany while in the Military. She found that if she flipped over the pages of important documents, the back side was a handy place to quickly write the soldier poems welling up in her. Of course when fellow soldiers began taking her poems, she learned that this was a bad thing, since during inspections missing pages on documents are not a good thing. Afterwards she obtained a degree in English, with an Emphasis on Creative Writing. She now lives in the Chicagoland area, with her husband and 5 children. For more poems and writings by Zellie M. Quinn, you can read her blog at http://zelliemquinn.wordpress.com/.