The wind rises and silences

The trees breathe

songs of ocean waves

whenever the wind rises

and silences the magpies,

whistling a crescendo

of salt upon shore

between the branches

and leaves;

mixing bitterness

and sunshine into a

heady gale

which reveals

the very power

of Nature’s voice

as it moves up the scale,

practising arpeggios

and ceasing in falsetto,

faltering into

a stillness

which barely brushes

the flaxen haired

wheat in the fields.



Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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