Clouds
like whispers
stretch light
across the sky
as chill air
sweeps through
peaked hilltops
and sitting
at the lookout
crisp air is pulled in
to aching lungs
to soothe
and relax
long carried
tensions and stress
poetry
Gideon’s Challenge
Sit down and relax
among the trees
and moss that
covers everything
And in the stillness
that is not still
and the silence
that is not silent
feel the whispering
of secrets
within every frond
and each branch
as cool damp air
kisses the skin
and tiny rustles
speak of playful sprites.





