Alone And Hiding Comments

Hi Roseann, Reading your poem, i looked back at my own childhood and could hear the whistling wind. In my native village in Kerala. i was always aware of the cool, fragrant breeze that blew specially in the evenings. i particularly loved the sound of the leaves fluttering in the breeze. But i never felt lonely or frightened. It was a very pleasant experience for me.

I never hear the wind unfortunately. Something I would love to hear but you paint an excellent picture. Lovely poem.