Winds of Discord

The winds of discord are warm, arid, and empty;

Like the vacancy of places long since abandoned where the only thing louder than the silence is the eerie rustling of things left unsettled…

Unlike the fresh cool breezes of spring or the invigorating first flurries of winter these tepid dusty winds offer no comfort as they fail to lift and carry away the heaviness on my heart.

©Dani

Nov 15, 2021

Antiquities

May you never have to cry out in pain?

While navigating your life’s mundane…

And if you do I hope those who’re dear

Come running from places far and near

To guide you past agony and frustration

Of injuries present without explanation

I wish you sweet, gentle, speedy healing

This part of aging is less than appealing

©Dani

November 6, 2021