Windy Walk
Creative Writing - Poetry - Serenity
Welcome to the wind's ball.
Among the ladies dressed in green
who stand and gently wave their arms
dancing in place
is all the fashion.
Everything is moving in the breeze.
It rushes and wooshes
quietly like ocean waves
through the greenery.
Blackbirds burble and trill
unseen from above
and crows squawk and yell
in the distance.
Everything rustles and trembles.
A linden tree creaks,
a beech hedge rattles at me
as I walk by.
A fat bumblebee browses
near a blue cloud of forget-me-nots
and the pale green new fingertips
of the evergreen bushes
glow palely in the waning light.
The birch trees hush me
like leafy librarians.
"Shush," they say,
"Shuuuuuusshhhh."