thAt
Last gust was the strOngest yet,
and the souNds drew my attEntion
to the Bare tree branches
looping aroUnd
and swaying in rhyThm,
uncoveriNg unwarranted memOries
of Times of isolation and Loss;
yet the rOaring, roaming wiNds
also remind mE that,
though soLitary,
we are never trulY alone in spirit -
If we remaiN receptive to the
indwellinG presence Of proviDence
in us all.
Feb,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem dear poet........thanks
Thank you.