Indigo Wind

The wind is blowing full tonight
whistling through the trees
that have and hold the bounty
of the growing leaves of spring.

Itís broken all the heavy clouds apart,
so that the heaven of these stars
comes blinkingly alive between
a trail of white now seen in puffs
against deep indigo as night
drifts by again.

Warmth resides within the cool
blowing through and through
all soul again, for these
indigo winds
of a spring night divine
have always been
a friend to everyone...

? Michaelette ?

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