Tea with Wind


Faery-like,
Free,
Morning winds
Release words
Like clusters of star flecked ballerinas 
Fluttering against my eardrums
 
Squalls of the dark 
Gusty underbelly,
Usher in with sweet polarity,
On billows of echoing giggles,
The finest assortment of
Secrets and confidences
 
Bright swirls of light wind,
Soft, frothy gushes
Exhale in harmony,
“You are the great whisperers of the wind.”
The bodies of my ancestors materialize
In pillowy vapors
Affirming the blowy declaration.
 
Familial love and fortification
Finds me warmly activated; 
E x t e n d i n g 
Renovating and coaxing
Into unwitting supplication 
Shallow pockets of stale air
That have loitered too long
Stealthily displacing the 
Furious flurry of
Free flowing 
Flailing, sailing
Undomesticated
Overtly wanton
Joyous amalgam of syllables and symbols
That alternatingly wisp, bluster, burst and 
Softly sigh the sentiments,
Strength,
And inside parts 
Of the inside
Of me, 

The great whisperer of the wind.
Poet | Nonprofit Founder | Guide 👁 | Mentor ☯️ | Human (probably) | Everybody’s Weird Auntie ✊🌍 www.wewriteforchange.org
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