As I looked up
and saw the dark clouds
riding on the north wind,
there was excitement in the air,
something I noticed
as I walked with purpose
in my course of work
And the narrowness of the moment
of looking up from work
to see the clouds and feel the wind
made it a sweet song,
much like a flute
pulls sweet music
from the smallest places.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2021
Wendy,
This last poem, Auto Draft, is my favorite so far. It is especially simple but full of wonderful word pictures that give a lot a punch. zi I can see much refinement and growth in your work as the years go by. Keep up the good work. I can’t wait for your new book.
Thanks! (Though the title is not auto draft – I’m not sure why it came through in the email with that at the top)