I Feel the Breeze
In the air.
I know they’re here,
I feel the breeze,
They are nearby,
In the air and the trees.
Winds of change,
Are so subtle,
Across the range,
I can hear you rustle.
In a voice,
A word or two,
More is the choice,
I know is true.
Seventh sense and the events,
Set aside the sentiments,
And the captured recompense,
Of beauty and elegance.
Pride and fall,
And pentacles,
That’s not all,
There’re spectacles.
Signs and situations,
The magic of the day,
The collection of collations,
Words we meant to say.
As we pace our moving feet,
Gently fall in time,
Visages displayed, it’s time to meet,
The crossroads on the sign.
So, with senses satisfied,
We walk the winds of change,
And as we both gently glide,
Into words that we exchange.
Like the flowers there is power
The colours sway in time,
Planted for posterity,
Cool blossoms in a line.
©
David Rudder
2024
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