Springsong

Springsong

My world breathes

a sigh

and Spring blows

over the rain

Sun bleeds

her way in

I can’t wait

for Summer

again

© Kait King, 2015

Wildest Wind

A Wild Wind blows amiss
the plants and trees –
not a gentle kiss
Like a Louis
the Fourteenth dance
All the stately
tree branches prance,
Individual as the players
of many orchestrated layers
They fling themselves
around
Ancient roots hold tightly
in the ground
as the Wildest Wind
does its very best
to keep the tree branches
from any rest

© Kait King, 2016