Windborne Change

 

See the trees bending in the wind

Their animated silhouettes dance

Through the blinds behind me,

Reflecting on the screen

In front of me.

 

 

Change is in the wind

It tells me.

Fresh air, fresh thoughts,

Fresh life.

 

 

Sometimes the change is easy

On a summer wind.

Sometimes it’s hard,

A blustery wind from across the water

Tossing things around

In the yard, in the street

Against my doors and windows.

 

 

It’s no one knocking

But something deep in my head

Fills with the blowing wind

Wondering who is coming

Who is returning

What new dream is blowing my way

What old dream is about to manifest.

 

 

Let the wind blow

Let it bring what it may

Safe inside,

With my love,

Watching

Waiting

Loving

While the trees do their dance

And the wind knocks at my door.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen

Video taken by me today.

 

Dancing On A Summer’s Eve

Summer dance

Summer breezes blew in last night

From somewhere far across the water

Like an infinite stream of warmth

It slowed on it’s circumnavigation

To visit for awhile.

 

It whispered in our ears,

And caressed our bare arms

The palm fronds swayed gently

The banyan tree rustled

As the night sky filled with twinkling stars.

 

We danced a slow dance

To the melody of the breeze

We lifted our faces to the sparkling night sky

Our breath mingled sweetly

With the sweet heat of summer.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Wave Magazine via Google Images

The Silent Sea and I

half moon

The silence roped me in.

Quiet surrounded me.

The sea beneath me was calm,

Moving placidly,

I could feel it’s flow

on it’s journey around this earth.

Blown by winds at times,

Renewed with rains

Vaporized by the sun

Frozen by the cold.

Still, tonight, it moved me

In silence.

Staring up at the night sky

A comet raced by

and disappeared into the darkness.

The half moon hung suspended,

the flat side of it ragged,

fading into the night.

We are one,

This silent sea, the night and I.

Arms outstretched

I lay, floating,

the only sound was my breath.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture from Google Images

 

The Sweet Scent of Spring

 

Unnatural cool breezes blow

through the open windows and doors.

The palms silently wave

As the fresh breeze moves them.

Gathering sensuality from the blue skies

And laughing waves

The gentle wind reminds us

Of all we have

Of all we celebrate

Of all we are grateful for

In our microcosm of life.

We move with the wind

And feel it’s breath on our brows

We lay on the lounges

Sun in our eyes

As it envelopes us

In the sweet scent of spring.

 

By Deborah E. Dayen