Shifting Weather Poem by Barry Middleton

Shifting Weather



the wind blew all day
in the pines
and the wind
would blow all night

the clouds streamed
like birds
fleeing the movement
of the trees

sun came and went
like truth
the cloud was truth
and the sun lied

the wind in the pines
made a sound
like a river or air
falling like rapids

the hermit knew
change was coming
a change he thought
long overdue

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: change,weather,wind
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Spock The Vegan 10 February 2016

Insightful poem. Thanks for sharing.

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