The Wind Whispers Storms

Clouds over the Delaware River The wind whispers, stormsover river dreams, the river seemsawake and wild, shimmering—riledby ancient breath or humming moon. The wind whispers, storms—too soon the blue, the hueof water-sky. So high the ospreys flythrough shifting clouds, the rustling loud as the wind whispers, storms,through trees, bent but proud.The squirrels chitter, the deer […]

The Wind Whispers Storms

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