You Are The Wind

You are the Wind - I am the Wind - a Wind that picks you up by chance, a gust, to blow you around and settle you like dust…you twist, you skid,  you’re tossed on a ledge, a matter of degrees

then into the air you fly through the trees...calming, all but forgotten, you move and bend, to scuttle off, in hopes you hold true to the end…

Into the mist you fall

Teetering, you balance no more…

Lifting, a storm, a flash of light streaks through the rain, giving your all

Leaping, you wash the sky with a reverberating roar

An errant jet stream picks you up, clean and washed you settle to the ground

You move away, away...into the night and into the day...you’re all around  

I am the daunting wind you feel but cannot see

abandoned, a tiny memory that takes you up and up

overhanging the center of gravity

A heavenly note only you can hear

your very being will sway, a beat only you can feel

until the end of time comes near

Color's Birth

Skies of blue, red, yellow

Primary colors mix

The tree leaf sprouts

God touches the surface

Changing through the seasons

Rainbows and sunsets

Light illuminates the air

Awakening tomorrows

I Hold a Candle

My voice of tribute to Black Lives Matter

I hold a candle in my hands, my rough, cracked and bleeding hands

A candle to light my way in the night, a candle to reflect hardships and tumbles

A candle to blind out all of the sorrows of twisting, turning, rock filled serpentine roads

Cold wax, hot flame, meet with violence to ward off the devil's most evil eyes

To see beyond the haunting, tempting, trusting; let musical notes come forth to sing

Scare away the dreams of night, the chill of darkness, the wet rain and frozen terrain

Young voices hear the tunes, hear and feel the heartbeat within your breasts

Stay vigilant, stay strong, stay united in song, let the rhythm strike up the band

Holding hands, shoulders and waist, keep the momentum pushing ever forward

A Willow Whispers

boughs hang low across the horizon

a whisper from a willow

the breath of a tree

a moment is free

not for show

don't let go

the bough bends

two hearts mend