Wind in the Willows
image created by author with Ai
The wind whispers in the willows
They are conversing in snatched sacred song
Her whip like fronds fawning, falling, longingly calling
As she passes, swirling, dancing, invisibly prancing
Playful and revealing, gone and never grasped
Till’ she comes once passed
This piece is part of my book The Seven Thunders.
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