The Wind (and Him)

Slowly woken up
By the changing light in the room
And the sound of a vivid wind,

The man I love
Still full of dreams
Lying beside me,

I look through the window
At blurry and moving trees,
And small white waves on gray water.

Branches and leaves
Paint a palette of greens.
Luminous impressionism.

The wind,
Now stronger,
Anchors the present
Deeply into my ever-marveling soul.

I turn towards
The wonderful human being
I belong to.
He opens his smiling eyes �"
Green gray.
They contain everything I see
And everything I am.

I put my hand on his warm forehead.
The wind sings louder. 

Reviews

[Stefano Segnan]

I do not know if you are a writer of free verse and if you are, you can ignore the following part as it does not apply to free verse poetry. While the poem has a vivid imagery and a good description, it lacks in rhythm. The latter can be achieved with different forms and structures. You could experiment on that: try adding an alliteration, anadiplosis or some assonance, or whatever you feel might improve your writing experience.
Bien cordialement,

[Louise-Charlotte]

I do write free verse poetry, some very abstract sometimes actually. But I still welcome your review and can work on diversifying my writing for sure. Merci !