I heard a voice,
a mere whisper
in the breeze.
When I paused
to listen,
only the rustle
of winter
echoed back.
I heard a voice,
urging me along
an unfamiliar pathway
beneath a vivid
sky belonging
more to June
than January.
I followed the voice.
It was the only voice
that could save me.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Musical Pairing:
Winter, Tori Amos
Talya, this is beautiful!
Thank you so much Freeda.
Wow!
Love this. Beautiful.
for my money, that might be the best poem you’ve written yet.
Wow thanks Gary:)
Beautiful and haunting, just like your musical pairing!
Thank you Kim. Don’t you love that song?
My new favorite! Beautiful!
Thank you!
Awesomenth, Talya!
Beautiful poem. I agree. A bit haunting.