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

Rhyme of the Kingdom

Over the mountains
and down to the sea,
you must come now
if you hope to break free.
No time to mourn
for Autumn’s red bowers;
the light we once made,
now darkness devours.

I can play you
the rhymes of the kingdom,
I can sing you
the songs that you know;
but we must take wing
from this darkened halo –
we must take wing
for a devil wind blows.

Break from your prison
of urban malaise;
run to the ocean,
fly from your home.
I can’t promise you
that we’ll make it –
but take my hand
and I’ll never let go.

Ryan Stone

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Wedding Poem

– for Kara & James

It’s a fleeting moment–
a red sky at twilight,
rushing to the long night;
the last russet leaf
clinging to bough
as autumn inhales,

breathes out.

You know this, you’ve felt it
in the grey light of dawn,
in that pause
between waking and finding.
You’ve heard it whisper
through the dry grass
of summer–a promise
tossed on the wind.

Yesterday’s smoke
blows over fields,
tomorrow hides
inside dreams.
This hand in your hand
is the one, the only
true kingdom

under the sun.

Ryan Stone

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