The wind


yaskhan

  • I listen to the wind as it rocks and rolls,
  • Over meadows, brooks, mountains, knolls.
  • The wind looks to the grass and trees to sing,
  • Stories the sky and clouds to the earth , bring.
  • Ancient fables of seasons that spring,
  • Tales of Mother Earth’s awakening.
  • Flowers breathe into the air.. glorious scents .
  • Gossamer lyrical song-bird presents.
  • Quivering voices enchanting the wind ,
  • Rainbow of imaginings spilling, tinged.
  • Vocalizing haiku- sun struck birds,
  • Draping breaths, ardor stirred.
  • Birds, bees, butterflies, slip-sliding,
  • Down garden paths brightly painting.
  • The wind beguiles my eyes, ruffles my hair,
  • Tasseled zephyr wands bestowing happiness everywhere.
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