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Beauty on the wind

Updated: Dec 8, 2023

Oh, wretched exhale.

When the wind carries lavender, balsam or brine

my nose wants more than my lungs can give.

The earth’s own musk calls me like a lover

and I stop and breathe, wanting only to inhale,

to consume and be consumed.

To hold within me the beauty on the wind.


BIO


Beth Holly is in the midst of a personal renaissance, having recently left a twenty eight-year marriage and a thirty five-year career as an attorney. Writing has become the vehicle for speaking the truth of her life experience and sharing her unquenchable thirst for adventure, learning and joy. Her writing has been featured in HerStry and is forthcoming in the Chicago Story Press. She is the mother of two wonderful adult children and lives in New York with her two hairy dogs.

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