Poem: The Wind Whispers Wild

The wind whispers wild.
Swirling around branches
Bending under the weight
Of idea-fruits of every kind.

What colour is your ripeness?
What flavour is your core?
Your soul-tree bares wisdom.
For you to listen then pour.

Rooted in its strength,
Your seeds abundantly flow.
You've creative veins, passion for leaves,
Release your wild, this New Years Eve.

– Marie Milligan