Phyllis Babcock Poet Personification

Wind

Gentle whispers are heard on the wind
She whistles happily as she soars ~~~
Not disturbed by her enchanting melody
She catches a glimpse of the sun
As it peeks out between silver lined clouds
Emerald leaves are cloaked and shrouded by mist
They stand and salute from the valley floor below.
She whistles to the tireless free flowing river
While savoring the whispers as she floats away.


23/08/15

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Jack Horne November 21, 2015 at 3:52 PM love the way you've written this, Phyll - very clever indeed

Anne-Lise Andresen August 26, 2015 at 7:40 AM - An ode to the wind, lovely dear Phyllis - I wish you a great day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Phyllis Babcock September 2, 2015 at 1:09 PM Thanks Anne Lise for your comment on my poem wind. love phyl

Lindsay Laurie August 23, 2015 at 6:11 PM Hello Phyllis... She the wind becomes our saviour and our destroyer depending on her mood. She appears to be on her best behaviour in your poem - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay Phyllis Babcock August 25, 2015 at 5:44 PM Thanks Lindsay my friend. Yes she is happily singing her way around the countryside. love phyl