Poem Time – Tack and Tangent

I call this poem I wrote “Tack and Tangent”:

 

Winding, wisping, whipping wind,
come down upon a sunny sky,
and trees abreast the blowing breeze,
sing psalms and succor sweetly sigh,
a hurricane of warming chills,
and woven, reaching daffodils,
a summer storm,
no heart could fill,
the love of living lost to will.

 

-.John

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