Winter Wind
Gently, life is drifting
through the branches
of my mind.
And every memory,
like a diamond,
cut and polished
till it shines.
Winter wind, still dancing
with the blooms
that wait to breathe.
Clouds of white
and skies of blue
upon the crest
of newfound spring.
The chill across
my aging skin
in search of warmth
within my heart.
The child’s voice
so deep within…
that, through the years,
has come to part.
A nest of birds
on fragile twigs
above the planet,
as it spins.
The nature of life
that rides a whisper
from a brand new
winter wind.
Michael 3/28/2020
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