Wind
in blog on 09.05.2020

I hear it when you’re subtle
blowing confetti-like leaves by my feet
I recognize your moods and hear the difference
I see you push the clouds around
and how they never seem to mind
I watch as the birds play and soar in your politeness and notice how they avoid your power
my favorite is how you use the Aspens to sing your songs
their leaves rustle a tune
you choose the notes because you choose the leaves
they are your instrument
I am your audience
Bravo.