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

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