The Wind Whispers

The wind whispers in the leaves

Calling out her name

Before I turn

Before I see

I know I cannot explain

Why my mind wanders

Enraptured all the same

Captured in misty moments

Where things have 

never changed

The wind whispers in the night

calling out her name

Gently urging

Gently pushing

Its salient refrain

Expecting new life

Where little does remain

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by Bill Ferguson

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