Whispering wind

Soft swathes of September wind

stroke my welcoming skin,

its warm touch offers solace

to my stationary form.

A slow slight cadence

and a flighty rhythm,

this wind it soothes me.

Eyes closed shut so tightly

that sleep begins its

slow inward stroll

to silently steal my waking world,

and deliver me to the dream domain

where the calming wind

continues to hold me in its sway.

septemberwind

◄ Morning sunrise

Nude descending a staircase ►

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 13:31

Don, is that a good zzzzzzz or a bad zzzzzzz? 😉

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Don Matthews

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:59

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:46

Thank you Keith

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:46

Thank you Ray

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:46

Thank you, Jason

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:45

Thank you, Rose.

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 22nd Sep 2019 12:45

If it soothes you to a peaceful sleep I am happy, Candice.

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keith jeffries

Fri 20th Sep 2019 22:07

This poem speaks of September and no other month, with its soporific ambience.
Thanks
Keith

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raypool

Fri 20th Sep 2019 21:30

Quite a seductive idea and perfect for the season Jon. All is soft at the edges and alluring to the mind.

Ray

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Rose Casserley

Fri 20th Sep 2019 18:51

' sleep begins its slow inward stroll ' fab line fab poem. Nice one Jonny boy!









Rose 💋

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Jason Bayliss

Fri 20th Sep 2019 18:40

And we are peacefully carried away on that beautiful September wind. Love this Jon.

J. x

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Candice Reineke

Fri 20th Sep 2019 17:02

You intended to put us to sleep with this one, right? 😴 Lovely depiction, Jon!

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