What the Wind Knows

Sometimes,

It's just a whistling sound of wind.

But there are times,

It unravels of what is long forgotten.

In a quiet word,

It spoke in blood and bones.

Whispers of memories,

turns into stories

Of fates no one utters.

An ending with no one remembering,

But the wind always knows.

Astraea~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Astraeaa.
"An ending with no one remembering,
But the wind always knows."
I wrote a similar poem. I do believe the sea, the wind keep our secrets. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Astraeaa]

I hope i can read your poem, thanks for the review

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Astraeaa. I will research and see if I can find.

[Betty Hermelee]

Beautifully written poem. It seems like you have created a third dimension to wind….as if it is a person who may know more than us humans. It has a dimension all on its own and always knows ….
Best,
Betty

[Astraeaa]

Thank you❤️