Daily Archives: April 22, 2015

The wind in the trees


From behind the double-glazed glass

I see their branches softly sway

To the rhythm of a symphony I cannot hear.


The wind plays his pipes,

Perched on my rooftop tonight,

And the trees are dancing.


Softly I open the window;

My chimes and dream catchers

Join the revel outside.


And the piper in grey and blue

Sits on my windowsill

And smiles.