Spirit's Song
the music i like most is made by the wind when it whistles through the sage
and across the mesa winter wind comes to my door wants me to let him in
songs of birds beautiful and mysterious as they call to each other
from the tops of sage in lonely canyons canyon songs can be heard
in the late afternoon the sounds of drums float to meet me
the river babbles and sings as it flows south heading for the border
spirit is in the wind its' song echoes in my mind no need of words
my body sways i am surrounded by your song i visualize your return
...i hum along
December 14, 2016
13 comments:
I appreciate how your words separate and hang like notes on a musical staff. You orchestrated this well.
So beautiful, the song of the desert, captured in your words. Sigh. I love the windsong, the sound of the drums across the mesa. You took me right there.
A beautiful description of the song of the southwestern song. Love those last two lines, loved it all.
Beautiful.
nothing could be sweeter than Nature's voice...the closing lines touch deeply...
Exquisite write❤️
That last line really touched my heart Annell - the wind can say so much.. if we have the grace to listen and join its song.. that is where we can hopefully find our loved ones and join them once again.. and where they can join us
Beautiful, Annell. The music of the wind....it sings in a way nothing else can....and is a reminder of life and all of its mystery.
Beautifully versed,Annell.
This is a wonderful song... reminds me of Carlos Nakai...
You and I are so lucky to live in deserts where that wind speaks so clearly, such as I am hearing right now. This one just makes me feel overwhelmed with gratitude--even the river is flowing well this year after too many years of drought. Now if it will only rain down south in my other desert home.
A beautiful tribute to the music of the winter wind Annell ~
How wonderfully you portray the spirit in the wind and the birds, throughout the canyon and the song in the rushing river. I can sense the silent background of which this all is heard.
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