Whispers

Whispers upon the wind

Howling through trees bent

Upon themselves, sand

Whipped, branches

Whipped.

Coarse spirits fled and

Fleeing and flayed before

This wonder that pours

Over, bathing a bath in

The path of some

Knowing, some seeing

Some evanescence that

Rings and roars in the

Heavenly host that most

Won't boast yet

Coast upon the wills

Of wonders of

Wistless ways

Whispered on

Winding winds.