A tree in my backyard has had the leaves on it all winter and the leaves have voices.

I found this in an old notebook, not sure who originally wrote it or not.

WIND OF PROMISE.

Although no longer with us loved ones are never forgot and are with us in everything we see and do………………………

Shines gently.

A look at lonely days.

Moments of chaos.

My demise shall improve the world.. .

Story written in Italian sonnet style.

Off topic poem I wrote about hurricanes…