Notes About The Poem
Written on August 21, 2023
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Gust
Whispering, often hushed –
through oaks and pines,
jaded hopes, inviting – the music
of a prayer, free as light, glimpsing –
yesterday, breaking through the spirit
intimate and buttery as the sun,
risking every breathless talent –
portraying each smile in a gentling touch
Kissing away the past with a kindness
gasping, sighing, soothing away
each teardrop, the dew in all its delight,
sliding tenderly along the petal, blessings
inspiring the music of the air, brisk in autumn,
soundless, in peaceful prayers,
reminding the spirit to listen to the stillness,
the embrace of a life, bruised by the endless…
need for a moment when the color of hope
wasn’t written on the promises of my laughing
gust, the music – far too magnificent, harmonizing
with sun’s tender spark, night’s soft dark – zephyr song
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2023
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