Zephrus
Zephrus moves cross the plains of the prairie, gathering the sounds of life as it glides.
Catching the trill of the meadowlark’s warble declaring its home far and wide .
Plucking the cry of the hawk from the air and the song of the redbird on wing through the sky.
Moving the branches of sentinel evergreens guarding the graves of those who have died.
Over the small towns dotting the prairie absorbing the stories where plain folk reside.
Past cities of light with big city noises, under the stars of the big prairie sky.
Sometimes tangling in the brambles of roses, simple wild roses of the road side.
Leaving behind songs of the prairie, tangled dreams of folk fallen from zephyrs slow glide.
Catching the trill of the meadowlark’s warble declaring its home far and wide .
Plucking the cry of the hawk from the air and the song of the redbird on wing through the sky.
Moving the branches of sentinel evergreens guarding the graves of those who have died.
Over the small towns dotting the prairie absorbing the stories where plain folk reside.
Past cities of light with big city noises, under the stars of the big prairie sky.
Sometimes tangling in the brambles of roses, simple wild roses of the road side.
Leaving behind songs of the prairie, tangled dreams of folk fallen from zephyrs slow glide.
