Wind in Trees

new poems

You are like the wind

You're strong then you're thinned

Into the rustling. 

I watch wind waking leaves of some tall trees

Submitting to slow dancing for height

The arms rise and fall

Worshipping transience

Forming an ancient trance;

A rhythm through the mind.

Flow like the trees

Like the sound of their secrets;

The rustling and shimmering through leaves.

Find out how they tussle,

How they form with the wind -

Like the willows -

Why they break up the light

From pure gold hiding high - the encouraging sun - 

Ever present -

behind a myriad mass of time's trinkets

Overseeing what we build, we arrange on the earth:

For the burning of time;

The burning of fire...

So much to behold

To believe and to see

In these dancing trees..

Learning the ways of our flow

Of all life within time

The inspiration...

If only we could be as the wind

To be out in the wind 

Is to be out with a friend

Surrounded by all we are, all we are not -

Sheer transience...

But to hold on to nothing and to no one

To be an infinite spirit...

Would not hold us close to the earth;

Would make us just as the wind 

Strong and then thinned

Into the rustling.'

july 2015