Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Windy Singing

The wind in the white pines 
wove through my dreams all night. 

How I love the fabric of the breezes through them.  
Their tone is different than the deciduous trees. 

Their soft music lulling me to dream
slowly beneath the haze of starlight, 

our spiral arm around us; 
gauzy light in a dark wind.

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