A Spirit Comes Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

Then the wind whispered to me quickly
Your heavy breath has upset the moth
Who's brood is fledgling from this branch
I backed away it was a happenstance

I have always loved the feel of wind
It fills my path It bends my stance
Air flows over me at every chance
It thrills my skin my hair twists a mess

Then a soul or shadow communicates
A breeze against my face by chance
I know that essence you're perfumes scent
Grandmother is that you against the fence

Your shadow stalks my present tense