Night Wind

A poem describing the unseen but felt force of wind.. in the night

Night Wind

 

 

Wind is the sound of whispering trees

The soft sighs within sighs

As it caresses all the leaves

Like rolling ocean waves

Traversing an invisible tide

The wind goes where it will
And that is how it is known

It dwells in the continent of sky

At the will of God it travels

The night wind is the spirit wind
That listens to the dead

Bringing whispers to us all

Calling out to us

Asking questions of what was said

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i love the wind ...and trees talk is at the top of my wonderments ... and the fact that you express it at night lends mystery and a twinge of danger ... great poem ..love love love it ... have you seen Crouching Tiger etc. .. the movie ... the trees sway as depicted in that movie every single day and night ... great job with this compact and powerful expression ... did i say i really like this one? :)
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[Donald Meikle]

This evokes memories and whispers softly of passed friends.

[Zahra]

Very nice imagery and beautifully woven thoughts. Enjoyed this piece.