Portraits Poetry Series #12: The Wind Plays Music


Portraits Series
Oh gentle soul,
don’t you know
the wind plays music
it whistles through the trees
on a winter’s night
you can even hear
the flakes of snow
glide through the air
if you listen carefully.
The wind plays music
you can hear it –
in the rushing river,
the rustling of leaves,
in brilliant cloaks
of yellow and red
and the wind rushes
a gentle sound
that sings atop
the rippled waves
as it blows
but music, nonetheless
and you can hear it
only when
you have
in your soul.

© Sumyanna 2016


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