When Breezes Are Less Than Beautiful~

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, the wind whispers
scattering petals
along your winding path of promise

and dreams drip love
painting smiles upon the day,

then there are the moments
when breezes are less than beautiful

and clouds collide
disgracing skies
in disillusions colored gray.

Just listen
to the sound
of the calm after the storm,

pick the wilted petals
from tangled tresses,
and count your blessings

kissing your existence
in such a place of miracle.





♥

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Yes, one should never forget to count one's blessings; a wonderful message written in strong but, very graceful poetic form. A pleasure to read.