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whispering
dead leaves
swirl around me
mad dervishes
familiars
of the wind

overhead
trees sway
in pagan dance
their outstretched arms
giving praise
to the wind

recalling
times past
her voice, her eyes
her russet hair
gayly tossed
by the wind

wondering
once more
what had gone wrong
why we'd sailed off
separately
on the wind

unbidden
tears come
am I mourning
our love's demise?
or is it
just the wind?

emptiness
ashes
recollections
ghosts of what was
only these
and the wind

ah, it's been a long time since words quietly opened up my heart. thanks, Roy. This is beautiful.

The wind, and breath. Fleeting, underappreciated things in their time.

great imagery, and message
real poetry

thanks all - much appreciated