Ravensong Poetry And Writing Blog by Donovan Baldwin

By Donovan Baldwin

I hear and understand

The messages of the wind,

Fragrance of bold red flowers

Small secrets whispered among

Trees and grasses, and sung about

By birds and cold running water,

Burned into the souls of us all

In rays of the afternoon sun,

Molded in silver moonlight,

Stories told us by ancients,

When we all were poets,

In bold conversation

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# posted by Donovan Baldwin @ 8:34 AM