Song of the Wind


Song of the Wind

            for Megan


High on the ridgetrail this first

of December, leaves settle -

one atop the other; maple, oak,


dogwood and hickory. Freed of

leaf-weight; exposed, open, emancipated,

the trees feel the full


expression of the wind’s touch, gliding

with ease round every branch and trunk,

bathing each crevice with its


whispering song; flowing like an

invisible brook. 

Its voice clean, unencumbered 


by the green ceiling of the forest;

Singing the deep, clear song

it was born to sing. 


Dane Anthony

December 1, 2017

Dane Anthony