Wind Song
The wind was flowing today
gently past my window.
I never listened to the
wind before as I did today.
It has a song to sing if one
will allow it the audience.
One of love and nuance,
of death and life, of times
present and past.
Of ancient and futuristic
of angels and heaven.
The sweet melodic notes
I captured in my breaths.
I listened to the song
of the wind.
It lulled me to a place tranquil
nestling from within my soul..
Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2007
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