wind night

this tree is moving

you heard it

stood there in the dark

senses rustle

like leaves

and with them

your heart


to the beat

of the wind

beating down


does wind know


or does it just go?

direction is different

when you are

air flow

time does not


you as wind

carry it

to the ground



it rolls

on my tongue

as i write

from water i fall

waves of my sound


of heart

and of feet

kissing down

each time

they fall

like leaves

at night from this tree,

we make the same sound.


written dec 2, 2018

photo by nicole, bearnstow 2017