Lady Wind
Spirit is like the wind, in that we can't see it but can see its effects, which are profound. ~ Jimmy Carter
Shadows fall across the light,
Painting the day to sleep.
Little angel leaflets float
On auburn-amber wings
And she is there,
A cherub among them,
Twirling down the dawn...
Kissing soft each mortal brow
That dares to seek her out.
She brings the news of distant shores
And strangers who know her spells.
Soft light tickles midnight’s brow
With moonlight sailing down.
Gentle blue and opaque devils
Replace their predecessors,
And she is dancing
There among them
In all her devilish charm.
Whispering sweet in every ear
Songs of tomorrow’s hope,
Her lovely fragrance lifts our hearts
In wishful rhapsody
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This poem is a result of thinking what the wind would be like as a lady, dancing in imagery between the seasons & the rising and setting sun.
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Veronica Coldiron
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