Song of the Wind

Song of the Wind

            for Megan

High on the ridgetrail this first

of December, leaves settle -

one atop the other; maple, oak,

dogwood and hickory. Freed of

leaf-weight; exposed, open, emancipated,

the trees feel the full

expression of the wind’s touch, gliding

with ease round every branch and trunk,

bathing each crevice with its

whispering song; flowing like an

invisible brook. 

Its voice clean, unencumbered 

by the green ceiling of the forest;

Singing the deep, clear song

it was born to sing. 

Dane Anthony

December 1, 2017