Wind 11-10-03

Gentle rustle, the trees shiver

Autumn day sky, white cloud river

Unseen yet heard, Unseen yet felt, Unseen

Always among us, its presence serene

The forests bemoan in beautiful tone

Lake ripples are blown, leave secrets are shown

A hidden possession reveals treasure

Fields frolic, dance, stray, sway, play in leisure

The touch on your face, cool embrace

Sweet as honey to taste, Sweet Grace

Jason A. Muckley