Sit And Talk A Spell Poem by James McLain

Come sit and talk a spell, dear wind,
Whisper soft where you've been,
Through valleys green, past mountain tops,
In twilight's hush, where day's light stops.

Tell me, waves, of the ocean deep,
Where secrets swirl and shadows creep.
Your endless pulse, a song so true,
Lull me now, beneath skies blue.

Oh seas, you cradle the world in time,
Swaying slow with rhythm and rhyme.
Do ships still dance upon your crest,
And dream of shores, of peaceful rest?

Leaves, come chatter in your flight,
Waltzing free in golden light.
The bushes hum with a quiet grace,
As trees stand tall, a leafy embrace.

In the hush of evening's sigh,
Let's sit and talk, just you and I.
The world spins slow when nature speaks,
In whispers soft and secrets deep.