Wings of the Wind

book cover: Wings of the Wind

I see a poem in the sea,

And in the starry night.

The river warbles line and verse

In morning’s rosy light.

A leaf that falls whispers to me

To write its epitaph,

And joy cries out to be expressed

To hear a grandchild’s laugh.

Snowflakes melting in my hand,

The sun’s warmth on my head,

Cannot be shared on canvas,

I paint with words instead.

With pen in hand I venture forth

To capture all I see,

In free verse, rhyme and metaphor

That tumble forth to “be”.

How do you find the words some ask?

Life has a song it sings,

If you listen, the wind will bear the tales

Upon its outstretched wings.