Feeding the Soul
The hungry soul longs for
yearns for, feeds on
slivers of beauty unnoticed.
Like the sky drama of wind powered clouds
avian trills and tinkling wind chimes
a fog horn’s soft moan
chattering crow talk
bright blossom smiles
wind dancing shadows
a haunting old song
sky drama of wind powered clouds
whispered secrets of wind-gentled trees
sound cloud of drifting wild parots
soft heard voice that reminds me of you
soothing sight of grey morning mist.
Be awake to small slivers of joy
vital food for the soul.