Whisper, Soar
Where you
Rest,
Feet up,
Feeling
Under
The wind
Mischievous,
Sighs,
Exhaled
As if
Day can
Be
Before
And
Forever.
Still
The wolf
Hovers,
Howling,
A song
Like
Love
Bewailed
And
Coaxed
Back
To
Life.
Stormlight
Favoring,
Two pair
Wide eyes –
Dawn will
Bring
Busyness,
But,
Just now,
Only
Being,
Reveling,
Lightning
Struck.
Doors
Snick shut
Past
The
Leftovers,
Tangled
Froth,
Where
Once
Was more.
Whisper,
Soar.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Gala
Sprung like
Springtime,
is,
with its
tempestuous
weather
and billowy
enticements,
alive.
We go on,
higher,
and thrive.
Heaven lent us
this time
between times
when
there we
will arrive.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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