In The Wind Poem by David Harris

We all have heard them at times
the whispers in the wind,
as the quiet of the night
begins to slowly descend.
When the moonlight rises
and the stars begin to appear.
A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves
and the whispers begin.
The faraway voices can be heard
telling us there is nothing to fear
as the darkness falls over
sleepy heads tucked in bed.
Where do they come from
these voices from afar
that are carried in the wind
to chill our souls late at night?
No one knows, but they still come
just after the day begins to close.




6 June 2015