IN A WINDED WAKE

A poem that the wind whispered to me as I walked...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In a

winded
wake

did I

thus
walk
listening

to its

autumn

whispers.
And how

I saw
the breeze
carry leaves
chips of this
scraps of that
fragments
of feelings
lifted on
invisible wings.
Then

I knew
and oh

how I

whispered
your name
on the winds
letting it
carry

my words

over worlds.
In the chill

of morning
or the

season’s

scent

of evening
listen
oh listen
and you’ll hear
my voice
calling.
Feel my
warm breath
brushing over

your cheek
as the wind
carries me

over valleys

mountains

deserts

oceans

to you.

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

Beautifully written, loving and perfectly serene. Splendid piece.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I hear the echoes of longing and the whisper of hope swirling around in this melancholy piece. Another great piece.

[Desert Dreamer]

Oh, this is beautiful...the word choice is perfect to create a whispering voice, like the wind.

[...]

This is so lovely Craig, there is such a softness in this. I enjoyed this.

[Arthur Henn]

Craig - (My Brother) This writing of yours waken this reader's soul in so many ways...

[alice]

You're a very much a soothsayer to my chaotic emotions. I just love your writing. Always beautiful and astounding. I love to read them after a serious kick in the guts from reopened wounds, old and new alike. You're always a reminder, that there are people with hearts made of gold and the world is not always bleak. There is purpose and there is beauty. Keep writing. :)

[KAREN]

Beautiful as always, filled with a nice romantic touch and the softness of your voice.

[Amy Bumpas]

I love the picture with this...so Fall like, felt, enjoyed, and oh, so
romantic:))

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Beautiful expressions of autumn mingleing with expressions of love! Beautiful!