The wind stirred in the bough
I felt the gentle filligree
Of a thousand blossoms
Falling beneath the gentlest of touches
Your thoughts are greater than mine
But each new bud of inspiration and question
Is teased by the breeze
And set free
To grow and bask in the balmy evening sun
As with every tousle each tangle
Is undone
You're breath caresses my troubled mind
I breath in the freshness and see the vivid
Colours of spring
It's a new day
Come alive
Move with the wind while it's time
Joe morriss
April 2018
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