poem of the day March 12

The way the wind

within the trees

moved like waves

on a morning sky

Simple, connected

living branches

in soulful play

The green limbs rose

on every gust

fell, swayed 

curtseyed, bowed

And when they touched 

each other's trunk

I felt the trees all knew the way

It made me marvel 

again and again

They were using the wind

to hug their friends