Don’t tell it to the wind Poem, by Amy Michelle Mosier, at My poetic side

Don’t tell it to the wind

To be blown away as vapor

Or share it with a gossiper

As fragile as a dandelion.

Don’t speak of it on the mountaintop;

Even the clouds have ears.

For fear that the Devil hears –

Don’t pray for it aloud to God.

Let the wish build up inside

Then straight-faced, release it subtly –

As your actions make it be –

Until its existence can’t be denied.

Don’t tell it to the wind