Friday, March 20, 2009

Whispering Pines

I wrote this on a breezy day, reflecting as I watched the breeze blowing the trees, and wondered all that those trees had seen.


Whisper Pines ( Across all Time)
Across all time
Through whispering pines
The wind relays her voice

To call to mind
A more ancient time
When she spoke at a slower pace

When these she touched
Enjoyed her more
In the cool ,or a warm spring breeze

No forward notice
To her arrival at all
Just the comfort of the release she brings

More gentler times
Knew the taller pines
For they have been more frequently so

Touched by her breath
Calmed by her voice
Loved when so gently she kissed.....
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