Hidden deep within the trees
a whispering tomorrow
Buried in their shadows
voices fall and take new breath

The midnight wind blows silent
carrying hope into the future
Words caught up and venture forth
to seed unspoken times

New spaces wait, the inkwells full
as prophets guard the entry
The mistral gales of seasons past
new zephyrs push away

Stanzas form, the future saved
as yesterday approaches
Saplings rising, breezes felt
—new forest closing in

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)