“Messages,
trapped in the wind
Words,
burrow deeply within
Voices,
emerge from the past
Memories,
and dreams overcast”
Leaves fall,
branches reach for the sky
Winter clouds gather,
snow starts to fly
Furloughed—the seeds
march distant and free
The season long,
its transients flee
Vision impaired,
past futures to fade
Acceptance—rejection,
a choice to be made
The first Nightingale sings,
its call from beyond
A feeling unfreezes,
old words to a song
The hills begin thawing,
new tracks to reveal
Salvation once promised,
no longer concealed
Winds from the west,
bring rebirth and enthrall
The sun melting lies,
—and winter recalled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Great thoughts, diverse vocabulary, awesome structuring. This is quite the unique piece and I enjoyed greatly.
Thanks, Dillan. Very kind!
Kurt
You're welcome. You are a great writer! 😀
That means a lot, Dillan.
Thanks again.
Kurt
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