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Ashlee Moorhead Poem
Winter's raw voice
yelled against the pane
of my window, today
and I sat here to think
of a way to yell back.
The sun, it was hidden
and the snow was to blame
the clouds hung grey that bitter day
Piercing through the forest wall
I heard lies drifting frigid
through the trees, here to me
I heard the promise of warmth traveling
and the music that I heard
fell like snow in my midst
and it spoke in an artic melody
and the music that I heard
told me an icy truth...
I heard it's cold outside.
Copyright © Ashlee Moorhead | Year Posted 2011
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Ashlee Moorhead Poem
Notes from a wind chime
gathered into an evening symphony
that the breeze from the shore
lazily blew to me.
The sea in the distance
was gentle, yet swift
and I spotted a gift
it passed on to the sand-
an ivory shell
that the starlight enhanced.
The air draped over us lightly, Josie,
like silk as cool as the sea.
We watched amethyst clouds enclose the moon,
and the silhouette of a lone rose move
as the wind chime concerto swelled with emotions.
Perchance, nature's love
was expressed to us from lips unseen...
Perchance, she wanted us
to listen
to the encore floating in from the sea...
Copyright © Ashlee Moorhead | Year Posted 2011
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