Author Information
wind and the trees
Folder:
Poetry Wind walked down the tree-lined road,
To whisper in my ear,
And though the night was filled with sound,
His voice was all I could hear.
His arms, they held me by his side,
His breath whipped at my hair,
And Wind, I saw was invisible,
As I turned to him to stare.
Wind was never predictable;
I knew this without a doubt,
Through gust and gale, I watched;
His silence was a shout.
Through the pines, the emerald tress,
I felt him ever close,
His song a delicate serenade,
And his whistle I recall the most.
So clearly with the drops of rain,
I spun to glimpse his smile,
And kiss his lips, sanguine and lush,
But all I caught was a dark profile,
Wind was gone; I should have know,
Better than to love a breeze;
He travels on, from me to her,
And disappears always in the trees.
