The Wind

A soft wind stirs the silence.
Through the weeping willows it flows.
Singing it's ancient songs that have long been foretold.
Such sweet melodies it chants.
To soothe one's haunted soul.

Reviews

[William Liston]

It's short but descriptive. I liked it. I also liked how you used alliteration in this; it really gave the poem some "color."

-William Liston