Three Wind Poems- May 27, 2026

Gary Hunter

May 27

1 min read

alone with my thoughts

and the wind decides to speak

through the mouths of trees

I hold one page down

while the wind tries to flip them

can’t write if she plays

it’s the last of spring

or it could be the last spring

one day, the wind stops

Recent Posts

See All

Karma Pending - Oct. 24, 2026

I wanted to be like Papa, my father’s father, when I reached his age a slicked-back side hair man, bright and fun with a laugh that echoed through my young soul after he passed, a revelation Dr.

The Thing About God - Oct. 23, 2026

as a full range believer over the course of my life, I feel I understand agnostics, non-believers and followers, that God is either an unknowable power, a created idea or some entity-creator that yi

The Proposition - Oct 22, 2026

two days after I carefully transferred a black widow and its ball of spawn to the darkness of a bush, a young daddy long legs squats on the very same web, busy repairing broken filaments and stitching

Comments