Allen Beilschmidt Sr. Poet Free verse

I Wonder

There is a whisper through the wind
a sort of haunting
yet charming  thing.

A quiet flutter
from an old oak tree
while cricket's 
perfect rhythm 
replenish the land

I sit by placidly
as if seized by a dream,
closing my eyes: 

                     I wonder
                 and wonder
                 and wonder

but I'll never know

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David Mchattie April 15, 2019 at 4:36 PM In old horror movies, where the characters are walking through the woods. A slight gust of wind usually means something is going to change for the worst. I like your peaceful approach better. Very well written poem. Have added this to my fav list. Have a great day. Allen Beilschmidt Sr. April 15, 2019 at 5:20 PM Thank you David