Carolyn Brunelle

Fresh Air - Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

The sound of dancing wind chimes
tells me good sleeping is in store;
delta breezes once again float
through windows and doors
as they will my dreams tonight.

Welcomed coolness moves through my valley
pushing out the heavy clouds
of yesterday’s disasters,
as if the breath of God had
come to restore the stars in the night sky
and hang the moon back in place

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  • David ThreadgoldDavid Threadgold (10/2/2008 2:08:00 PM)

    A breath of fresh air to read this piece. well done thanks for the read. Regards Dave T (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 2, 2008

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