Windcatcher

2014-05-19 10.06.20

The summer wind

moves through

the heavy

midnight black

windcatcher.

I want to lay

down in the hammock

that hangs beneath

the magestic

cedar

and listen

to its bells

rustling with the wind.

If I close my eyes

I will think of

exuberant voices

– late mornings,

and warmth.

The kind of warmth

that settles deep inside you

every time

the bells chime-

an act of never forgetting

and relishing

in the unforgotten. -J. Hamilton

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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