Spring
I wonder if the whisper of the wind
Can be heard
Forming unspoken words
Upon the rivers of time
When it gently brushes across the water
Or If the caress of the breeze
Feels like the soft dipping
Of the wings of a gosling
As it lands from its first flight
Beside the willows that weep
Sherry Gail Heim
March 20, 2013
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2016
Peace love and light,
Amber
It's almost like forming "w" on your lips.
Well done.
Ron
Regis