A Smile in Blue

Speak to me in wind whispers.
When you do, I look skyward.
Gentle gusts loosen strands
which rise and fall in light breezes.

Trailing tresses caress my
breeze-kissed face; soothed I am.
I’ll lift my chin again and again;
sorting I am. All the while messages
drift. Important messages deliver.

As four winds wrestle, I want
to be still, to know, to feel
anchored – It will all be all right.
Speak to me in wind whispers.
I’m listening all the while.

Oh, you must know this.
That delivered breeze-kiss?
Oh, what a gift – such a gift, one
making a soulful soul aware,
making my wishful self smile
in these days which seem more,
more than time’s 24-hour spans.

And – I see, I see that smile in blue.

November10 058

2 comments

  1. Jan,

    “Speak to me in wind whispers”

    What a grand, engaging first line. It is one of those lines
    that I don’t just read; I experience it. so very much enjoyed
    your poem.

    Thank you!

    sarah

    Like

  2. Jan,

    “Speak to me in wind whispers”

    What a grand engaging first line. It is one of those lines
    that I don’t just read; I experience it. so very much enjoyed
    your poem.

    Thank you!

    sarah

    Like

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