National Poetry Month – Heidi Mordhorst (April 4)
I love a simple play on form like this.
by Heidi Mordhorst
Oh, how the wind howls,
howls the blossoms from the boughs;
Oh how the boughs bend,
bend and willow to the ground;
Oh, how the ground wells,
wells with blossoms blown to hills;
Oh, how the hills sound,
sound a whisper pink and loud.