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