Song in the Breeze



Today the leaves began to fall

they hurry to complement

the teardrops

already fallen



The cooler air replaced warm

the breeze seemed to sing a song

a duet of renewal and remembrance

sopranoed the past

of forgotten

tomorrow’s



Sprits seemed to dance

to this harpsichorded song

while the angels watched

building the passion of the crescendo

singing out to the soul

harmonizing with

tomorrow’s dreams



And as the song sang

out with ambivalence

it’s lyric echoing

through the trees

entrenching feelings

like the wind

this song in the breeze

brought forth a calmness

an inner silence and peace

where night meets the day

and a kiss is forever held

in memories of the past

and in dreams...of tomorrow



Copyright ©1999-2001 Dennis Hicks

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Deborah Russell's picture

I enjoyed this poem for selfish reasons, it reminds me of a few of my older works from the early eighties. Perhaps like artist who paint and sculpt, the poet also experiences many forms of written expression?