Whispering Winds

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Poem number fifteen NaPoWriMo

 

Gone almost gone.

the warm summer breezes.

Blowing in I feel,

the colder winds,

they whisper to me,

summer is sailing by

and soon the autumn will come.

They whisper of the change of season,

a time when nature transforms.

These winds don’t stroke my cheeks,

but leave them red,

from the biting cold.

Whispering winds,

don’t leave the stars alone at night,

they blow the night clouds –

to and fro.

Whispering winds,

hide the moon and the stars

and let them peak out from behind dark clouds.

Whispering winds,

send me greetings,

from the heavens above.

They tell me stories,

of changes to come

and they make me feel the cold chill,

that will come once summer dances away.

I still see summer everywhere before me,

but I know that soon the autumn colors,

will come shining through.

Whispering winds tell me,

to accept the changes,

another beautiful season,

will bring us.

So I welcome them

and listen to the songs –

that the whispering winds sing to me.

Dreaming of the last summer flowers,

their colorful petals,

blowing away on the wind.

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to Whispering Winds

  1. Whispering winds are fine.
    The howling gales? Not so much.

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