Windyann Plunkett Poet Rhyme

Night Winds

The air was hot and thick
scents of a ripe apple orchird stinging the nose.
The wind was warm and quick,
with a rythym as steady as prose.

The dark night held Grace,
and Grace held it back,
such a calm settled face,
seeing life through the black.

Careful not to disturb the newfound peace
Quiet steps were taken.
Like fluttering fingers on the softest fleece,
Night calmed a soul once shaken.

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Terry L. Allen June 2, 2012 at 1:40 PM Wendyanne you painted a lovely evening of peace to soothe the riled soul. Keep up the good work. TLee

Gordon Lustig May 30, 2012 at 4:39 PM Wow! I really like this poem. Very nice.

Michael Smith May 30, 2012 at 8:43 AM Such an elegant piece. Rarely do I find a poem I like in the the first that I read, but yours is a gem.

Michael Smith March 29, 2012 at 1:47 PM You have such a talent as your words so profound. Each time I read your poetry I am left with a tranquil satisfaction. Thanks for sharing part of yourself.

Elizabeth Wesley September 24, 2011 at 9:38 PM You have such a lovely gift and I'm wondering why you don't post more often. I do love reading!

Sara Kendrick August 23, 2011 at 8:30 AM Enjoyed reading this very descriptive work..I am glad that I chose this one..Thanks for electing to read some of my work..Your presence at my work was uplifting..Sara