Wind Poem

Poetry by JoyAnne O’Donnell Œ Art by Ryan Weatherly


Blowing the pages different colors

colors of many languages

peace flows the winds words

singing in the chorus of streams chords

dreams of a great world

with wash lands

new finger stands

from my hand of a wind’s poem

delighting our day

taking us to islands to stay.

7954f98de963f08e88cb4c8ba3c0cb64Palm Trees

You see green

the color of growing

bestowing and stage print showing

mighty are your palms

of california sunshine

were you are glazing green so fine

within a line shine

like an emerald blowing

high you grow

with a blue skies diamond.

ian 2Tea

The tea of day

brings warm sun

right to my soul

whispering flowers

herbs and rain showers

captivating scenic powers

nature’s ebb and tide

carry such beauties ride.


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