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.