Spring Winds Blow

Cool winds, strongly blowing, 
calling my name. 
I chant with the willows remembering, 
singing songs of remorse. 

Dance with me upon the tree tops. 
Swing with the sweet melody, 
whispering in the air. 

Moving violently, 
spinning around and around, 
While dizzy with the calling of the rain, 
falling onto the ground. 

Breathless and faint, 
still longing for sorrows message, 
I climb back up, 
sitting upon a rock nestled in the trees. 

Waiting for sounds to stop, 
peace to come, 
erasing the memories from past. 

Relieve this pain, 
Crying inside of me for depth. 
Clarity, and forgotiness bringing joy. 

uncontrolled laughter, 
erupts in seasons breeze, 
springing rain fall, 
birthing a new tomorrow. 

BY: BERNICE BOWLING