Saturday, March 28, 2015

Naming the Wind

You are the wind no one can see.
The cleansing breath that flows in me.
The steady, soft enduring light,
Enduring through the darkest night.
You are the wind no one can see.
Sweet breath of life. My breath. Sheri.
Tweetspeak Poetry prompted us with winds this month. 
This poem is in response to  Poetry Prompt: Wind, What's your name? 

(In Israeli, the name Shiri means- song of my soul. Other origins for the name Shiri include – Israeli, Hebrew. The name Shiri is most often used as a girl name or female name.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Moss on Trees

Moss on Trees

I’ve learned to trust your inklings
Like a hiker trusts the moss that grows
On the North side of the trees.
Or is it the South side?
The East? 
The West?

Of course, this only matters to hikers
And, I am not a hiker.

Still, I know
They map their trek
Through the pathless wild.
They traverse sole piercing terrain
On the moss's nod.

There’s comfort found in
Moss that grows on trees.
Credible proof that the sun
Has at least one rule.

I’ve learned to trust your inklings
Because I asked for moss on trees
And the sun sent me to you.

Donna Z. Falcone
March 27, 2015