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,
Softly sigh the sentiments,
Strength,
And inside parts
Of the inside
Of me,
The great whisperer of the wind.