the right stuff

Only hold onto

That which you’d give as a gift

From your very heart

©2017 Annette Rochelle Aben

somewhere

 

Somewhere, there’s a wind

Carrying someone I knew

Away to a new land

I never questioned

The wind would just come and go

Did not pay much mind

One day it was clear

Both you and the wind were gone

No trace and no trail

Tree tops are silent

Clouds hang like the curtain drawn

You and the wind, gone

©2016 Annette Rochelle Aben