Wednesday Poem

Le Vent Sauvage

The Clouds they come to greet me.
I kiss their furrowed brows.

Though they cannot hold me,
I respect their somber songs.

I live in the moon shade,
and travel by day’s breath.

I dance on the grass reeds,
and play with rivers wild.

For I am owned by no one,
and am the sky’s own child.

by Celine Beaulieu
The Rutherford Red Wheelbarrow
Red Wheelbarrow Poets, 2010