Winds Poem by shimon weinroth

Winds



Winds

The wind does blow
Each breeze an interval
Sequel to the one before

Birds soar
Leaves drift

Grains of dust
Un-ripen buds
Pollen thrust too far
Seeds plunked down upon the ground

The whooshing sound
Comes alive
For creatures of the ear

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