Sighing and Singing

Sunday morning I was walking and the wind was howling through the scaffolding in our apartment complex. It brought to mind that the wind makes different noises depending on what it moves through.

The wind through the man-made trees of scaffolding was howling like a banshee - it was eerie. The wind through the oak trees and cottonwood makes creaking sounds but the wind through the evergreens makes a sighing and peaceful sound.

Sighing and Singing

Sighing and singing through the needles in a whimsical song,
Sighing and slipping through the dancing needles ,
Sighing and slicing gently through limbs caressing the breeze
Sighing and shivering rolling on the currents of wind and time longing for warmth
Sighing and shaking, straining against the tendons of bark and sap holding the life - waiting

Sighing and waiting eyes close, I wait - sighing and slicing through the current of memory caressing the path like the tendons of life waiting for spring.