What says the wind that whispers still,
Between these trees that dot the hills,
With words that don’t resemble ours
Spoken softly or with power,
Whose voluminous body flies,
In wintry gusts mid evening skies,
Driving clouds from height to height
Tilting stubborn trees toward the light,
Shifting titian seas in waves,
And bunkers men indoors for days,
Or carry with the softest ease,
Downy flake from frosty tree,
Awaken earth from out its rest,
And usher in forgetfulness,
Mingle with the conscious seams,
But do not end this morning dream
It’s mournful howl beats fervently
Between this sleepy world and me,
Where voices rarely break the hum
Of rolling clouds in unison…
hope you like this..
Comments
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Very nice!
and welcome to AP where variety is for fun! And your rhyming poem reads very well with imagery for many things. As the mind turns ... ... ... ! I'll give you 4.5 stars ****.5 and a few hurrahs too!
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Great poem
A highly descriptive and pleasantly flowing poem
some wonderful phrasology especially the last two verses some good imagery overall a very good poem
give my"Tsunami"a whirl see what you think. George(JUDMC) U.K.Best Wishes
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