The Wind Knows

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the wind knows it
without pausing for
a million years,
a hollow shell of
itself, in search of it.
where does the wind
come from?
it always seems to
have somewhere
to go. it seems to
encompass the
very best parts
of direction.
i often long to be
submerged in the
ocean’s depths,
surrounded by all
that subterranean life,
defying gravity
with an ephemeral grace.
but it is the wind
that tugs at the
heart of me
as it rustles up
what has been
long asleep,
imbuing me with
the magic of
the free, and
making promises
i know it can keep.
I will dance in the
wind and let it
carry me home. – TS

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Seasons: {Poem}

Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone

Seasons

I come to learn that
Every season has its
flower, and learn
To see the
World as a floral
arrangement in time
(Hydrangeas now,
foretelling rain)
I get the feeling that
Under very deep layers,
The soul of the whole
World lies here,
Fluttering ever so
Softly in calm
Wind.

For more of my poetry, please take a look at my new poetry collection, “Formation”, here!