Storm

Thunder clouds are rumbling Off into the distant horizon, The breeze pushes back and forth. Silently In wait.

A Windy Afternoon

The trees sway As the wind grabs the tips of their fingers And pulls them in her direction. They hold their place, Their fingers swaying in the air like tiny waves lapping against muddied rocks. The sparrows complain, Against the bitterness of the wind. Their wings collide against her tresses, Preventing them from reaching their…

Early Morning

I feel the touch Of the wind as I Press myself against the iron railing, Standing on my tip toes. The wind softly grazes My cheek welcoming me To its embrace. It hums a melody. I close my eyes and listen to its song. The birds hum it back in soliloquy From their nest adjacent…

Drifting Away

¬† I feel like going far away, without telling a soul.I feel like being lost on purpose‚Ķwondering off to nowhere.I feel like being a star, just not a well-known star, just an unknown planet, shimmering across the night sky.I feel like residing in the torn pages of ancient scripts, left untouched.I want to be lost…