The Air of Spring
Shadows lie thick across the room
Keeping the warmth
From the window
Lit by the orange streetlights
Come little currents of spirit
Space hums with life, energy
June bugs swing in and out
Of the copper globe of light
The earth seems to surge with passion
As the breeze has some motive
In its swell
The air is bursting with song
That cannot be heard
This must be anticipation
Maybe delight
And in the dark room
The heat of your body
Fights with the caress of the wind
Like the tides on the sand
First one, then the other
Marked out by the rhythm
Of the blind-string tap
At the window
Hot, soft, hot, soft
Tap and hum
Copyright © Misty Hunter | Year Posted 2009
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