Windchimes
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Written on August 25, 2024
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“Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.”
- Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember
Soft wind caresses my cheek,
Carrying a gentle that is just what I seek.
Gusts of joy, falling with leaves,
Simmering cinnamon and ginger reprieves.
Wafting slowly, a dance with wonder,
Laughing, soaring, then raging thunder.
Whispering melodies, music in lights,
Faithful colors of calm autumn nights.
Glistening, silent as the moon in the sky,
Strewn by the One my heart won’t deny.
Whooshing, twisting, encircling my life,
Harvest of love without great pain or strife.
Breeze of autumn, stilling the soul’s fears,
Breathless, urging, wiping away her tears.
Melancholic, like the memories who survive,
Defeating time, destiny who’ll always thrive.
Dreamy sighs, shadows dancing in the air,
Listening to silence, where abides my prayer.
Still, cool gales, taking me through the days,
Embracing my spirit with such love and praise.
Listen closely to the wisdom of the wind’s gasp,
She’ll reveal the warmth of autumn’s grasp.
Burnished fires, feeding on the crackle of harvest trees,
Blessing the moments with her playful tease.
Unspoken, her promise is forever in these hills,
Reminding all that she is the sensation who stills.
Blinding the storms, she leaves a winsome hope,
Giving assurance that the soul will be able to cope.
While I may never know the source of her amazing,
When she speaks, she tells of One whose worthy of praising!
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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