Psithurism
def: the sound of wind in the trees
A secret rustle
gently rolls leaves to and fro
comfort on the breeze
Long exhaled whooshes
sway treetops in unison
gaining momentum
Continuous groans
as branches shake, rattle and roll
change is a coming
Howling, shrieking force
splintering arms from core
will the damage heal
What melody will your symphony compose today?
The musicians are at the mercy of the mercurial mistral.
This poem is for Day 3 of the #VerseLove Poetry Challenge. The prompt today was to choose a word that resonates with you and then create a Haiku Sonnet. This form of poetry has 4 haikus and then 2 lines at the end to make 14 lines like a sonnet.
