What the Wind Said to Me
Follow me.
I know how to wake up the branches
tumble the clouds
stir up the forest
swirl around dust
make papers take flight
sing without a voice.
I know how to wake up the branches
tumble the clouds
stir up the forest
swirl around dust
make papers take flight
sing without a voice.
This poem is copyright (©) Marcie Flinchum Atkins 2024
About the Writer
Marcie Flinchum Atkins
Marcie spends her days as a teacher-librarian in Virginia, USA. In the wee hours of the morning, she writes books for kids. Her poems appear in WHAT IS A FRIEND? and THINGS WE FEEL by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong. Her latest book is WAIT, REST, PAUSE: DORMANCY IN NATURE.
