Musing Poem by mifael llauderes

i feel the warmth of something blue
a comfort in the rain and gloom
the appeal of a differing view
bending a monotonous line

becoming a circle when it does
what keeps one's heart a plump
the pine needles whistle in delight
when the winds come

recklessness of the young
the calmness of an old hand
the awkward glances of a smitten one
all at once

a light feather alighting
on a weary palm
its weightlessness eases the soul
the gravity is put on hold