David Noah Poetry
Sunday, January 29, 2017
Wind Is Hard To See In The Winter
when only the strongest gust
can push branches into a clattering frenzy.
Not like the swoon of tall birches
in a fine spring breeze,
when one leaf leads to another
and lips will part at a breath.
12-7-14
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