In the twilight falling
with hints of springtime thunder
I see the undersides of leaves
that bend and sway in evening winds
Standing at my window
watching a cloudy sunset
I can hear the wind through the glass
My heart stirs with each breath
but no message is relayed
except a vague restlessness of
forgotten memories of other windy nights
of other May days.
another older poem.
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