from the warm summer wind

I tasted spring

Petals drift in softest chime

A wistfulness they to be seen

Alas the messenger

Of ivy’s climb

A tune through trees

What it sang through and through

And how oft my name

In breeze I heard

Deep In midnights blue

Wind it carries

From distance albeit unknown

For why to love the summer wind

It cools the neck in whispers

And kisses from far are shown

Alynne Rose