– 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
in dusk, as 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;
these woods forever will remain.
And the wind whispers, the wind sighs.
– Ryan Stone
first published at Poetry Nook, May 2020

Soft and evocative with a hint of longing. Love it Ryan.
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Thank you, Miriam 🙂
I hope you’re well
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Yes, keeping well Ryan. Hope you are too. 😍
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Happy to hear that. Yes, very well thank you 🙂
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this is really good Ryan.
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Thanks, Steve. Happy Birthday 🥳
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Beautiful, Ryan!
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Thank you, Sarah 🙂
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Really BEAUTIFUL.
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Very kind. Thanks so much 🙂
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Welcome.
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Perfect rhythm and rhyme. 😉
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Thank you for reading 🙂
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My pleasure. 😉
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The words just flow in an enchanting rhythm.. lovely, Ryan.
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Thank you, Rajani the Prolific, you’re very kind. I hope you are safe and well.
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It’s been a bit crazy in India with the lockdown and the curve still climbing. But that is the new normal, I suppose. Always good to read your work.
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