Wind in the Trees
I love writing, especially poetry. I write so that the reader can feel the emotion in the poetry I write.
As the wind moves through the trees.
I feel your breath as if it is one with the breeze.
I look forward to sleeping next to you in my bed.
Yes, I know your work day will end.
Though, I do enjoy this quiet time.
I am eagerly awaiting the return of this love of mine.
As I walk through the forest, I feel your presence.
I can feel your soft hand holding mine.
I appreciate the cool wind gently blowing on my arms.
When you come home I welcome you with open arms.
I look upon the scene in wonder at it’s beauty.
Thoughts of you run though my head.
As I go through these thoughts, I remember the sweet things you say.
Yes, these thoughts contribute to my happiness for the day.