Elucidating Questions

Thank you

I whispered to the breeze

She breathed back

Ahshwei

Or how to spell it

Did it know my name

Or a silent stolen voice

A whisper from a language fleeting

In the wind

But it also seemed to mean thank you

And she stays with me

Tugging my hair and kissing my face

And she seems to attached to the mystery of the seasons and their

Weather

How could it become so complacent of a word?

When it all works so separate so intricate so linked in many ways

But the sun was too hot

I’m walking out of my comfort zone into the unknown of a springless Summer

Around the young trees sung back to sleep not heeding the warning whispered

Those waiting pause for applause

And send out the beginning of a spring

But the sun will be too hot for the blooms

So their short life becomes shorter as we experience

So many naïve trees shooting the breeze too early and facing the consequences

Of limp white petals

Placid with leaves slightly brown as they missed their chance to wake

From firing too early

Yes I feel her still settled around my knees the breeze

Passing a fleeting touch

They haven’t woken up

So they can’t keep you cool either