Windstill © by Trisha Sugarek 
Subtle silence
Windstill
trees await the next
message on the air
Windstill
not a whisper of birdsong
not a leaf-rustle intrudes
as it falls
fluttering to the ground
The wind has departed
beyond the next hill
leaving in its wake
Windstill
Will it return? The breeze
dancing amongst the leaves
to the tune of the forest
Shall the still wind haunt
amongst the trees?
or come roaring back, shrieking?
Windstill
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There isn’t anything lovelier than receiving reviews from my fellow poets as I celebrate Nat’l Poetry Month. My free verse, “Dear John” was featured on the home page of Poetrysoup.com and received these:
‘Trisha,this poem spoke to my heart. Very raw with emotions and beautifully written, Keep that fire burning,it will light up the pathway for your John.’ Chinwe Igbozurike
and
‘Trisha, I really enjoyed stepping behind your eyes for a brief eclipse with your heart! Wondrous writing!’ red barchettadrive
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