Warm Saharan winds
blow from the South in summer
ceaselessly
releasing
unrepentant heat;
Warm Saharan winds
blew spices of Morocco
and dances
free and wild
into Iberia;
Warm Saharan winds
like hot breath
on the scorched earth
speak of a sandstorm
in a far-off land;
Warm Saharan winds
in Summer blow through
all our lives
and all our doubts
and fears;
Warm Saharan winds
which leave us sleepless through
the breathless night
and on into the dawn, still
too soon gone.
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It’s a year since we moved to Slovenia
That makes it just over a year since we left Spain. I wrote this poem as I prepared to leave enchanting Andalusia. I missed it a lot, especially in early spring, when it is not too hot but balmy and delightful. Now however, the weather on the Slovenian is coast is balmy and delightful, just when it would be turning too hot for me in Southern Spain. Perhaps the winds of life blow us where we need to go, if we let them.
If you’re interested, you can read about my road trip from Spain to Slovenia during the first lockdown last year:
Day 1: Malaga-Tortosa
Day 2: Tortosa-Nice
Day 3: Nice-Slovenia
Just reading this makes me nostalgic to be on the road again! Hopefully it won’t be too long now…