Tomorrow In The Wind

Hidden deep within the trees

a whispering tomorrow

Buried in their shadows

voices fall and take new breath

The midnight wind blows silent

carrying hope into the future

Words caught up and venture forth

to seed unspoken times

New spaces wait, the inkwells full

as prophets guard the entry

The mistral gales of seasons past

new zephyrs push away

Stanzas form, the future saved

as yesterday approaches

Saplings rising, breezes felt

—new forest closing in

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)