wind-washed

Outside my window in the dawn, leaves like tethered beauty breathe on limbs like wind-washed arms, waving in the morning, neither cowed nor bent, they swim invisible and fragrant winds that move my curtains aside to reveal the wake of sudden storms.

The High Sonora - a sonata in four movements James Lloyd Davis 2011

Outside my window in the dawn, leaves like tethered beauty breathe on limbs like wind-washed arms, waving in the morning, neither cowed nor bent, they swim invisible and fragrant winds that move my curtains aside to reveal the wake of sudden storms.

The High Sonora - a sonata in four movements James Lloyd Davis 2011

I crossed the ditch at the top of the hill, passed through the barbed-wire fence and on into the back country, down a few gullies and back up again and then up again still, to the top of a wind-washed sandstone butte where I could see everything I wanted to see.

The Dadlands Saloon Jonathan Twingley 2009

I crossed the ditch at the top of the hill, passed through the barbed-wire fence and on into the back country, down a few gullies and back up again and then up again still, to the top of a wind-washed sandstone butte where I could see everything I wanted to see.

The Dadlands Saloon Jonathan Twingley 2009

The February streets, wind-washed by night, blow full of strange half-intermittent damps, bearing on wasted walks in shining sight wet snow plashed into gleams under the lamps, like golden oil from some divine machine, in an hour of thaw and stars.

This Side of Paradise 2003

A ladder took them up through a hatch onto a wind-washed deck.

Ship Of Destiny Hobb, Robin 2000

He saw nothing of the so-perfect people on their heavenly wind-washed streets.

The Dragon Never Sleeps Cook, Glen 1988

Cassie called the big middle alley the Street-of-the-Flying-Kites because children stood there, unconscious of the mud halfway to their boot tops, their faces lifted to the yellow, green, and gold kites tugging against their hands as they fought to go higher into the wind-washed sky.

The Dollmaker Harriette Arnow 1954

The February streets, wind-washed by night, blow full of strange half-intermittent damps, bearing on wasted walks in shining sight wet snow plashed into gleams under the lamps, like golden oil from some divine machine, in an hour of thaw and stars.

Book 2, Chapter 2. Experiments in Convalescence. 1920

The February streets, wind-washed by night, blow full of strange half-intermittent damps, bearing on wasted walks in shining sight wet snow plashed into gleams under the lamps, like golden oil from some divine machine, in an hour of thaw and stars.

This Side of Paradise 1918