by Jessica Heriot
Before you feel it, you can hear it
swooshing overhead
Before you feel it, you can see it
swaying the high branches
back and forth, back and forth
an amen corner
in the tops of the tall trees
Then you feel it
when the wind scatters the leaves and
jingles the chimes
and wraps my waiting body
in its swirling arms
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Jessica,
Thank you for the “ah-ness” of it, the “that-is-it-ness” of the experience.
Your poem surprises, as does the rose, roboant in the mountain shade.
Amicus poeticae
reverberating loudly, wildly, madly
Neal Whitman, GSR’s “Poetry Prof”