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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