The Wind Whispers, The Wind Sighs

– after Longfellow

The wind whispers, the wind sighs,
The dawn light brightens, a magpie cries;
Amongst the gum trees tall and green
A girl becomes a faerie queen,
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

Morning settles beneath silk skies,
Her reign flits by like dragonflies;
Deep shadows dress the naked hill
At dusk, her faerie wings fall still,
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

Night throws a cloak; a barn owl cries,
Another answers, stars blink their eyes.
The queen is gone, won’t come again;
The woods forever will remain,
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.

– Ryan Stone

first published at Poetry Nook, May 2020