Where the Wind Listens

Poetry

  • The Garden Within

    The Garden Within

    There’s something in me today, a warmth, slow and certain, like the first sip of coffee when the house is still quiet and the sky hasn’t quite decided what to be. At first, I didn’t have a name for it. It just felt like a seed, the softest touch on the side of my neck,…

  • Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious, Midnight

    Mysterious Midnight There’s a midnight in my window Silent, aloof, misunderstood – Even by himself. He needs no one, Except for that pesky Need for companionship – But only in his terms. I come to sit in the window Of this room And of my heart, Warming my presence Like the full moon On a…

  • When I am With You

    When I am With You

    This poem is a love letter to the ones with soft paws and sleepy eyes, who hold my heart and ask nothing but truth in return.

  • I Can’t Help But See It

    I Can’t Help But See It

    A quiet poem about shared wonder, sacred seeing, and the ache to be truly known. For anyone who’s ever pointed at beauty and whispered, “Do you see it too?”

  • I Planted Wildflowers

    I Planted Wildflowers

    I planted wildflowers today, not with joy, but with sorrow heavy in my heart. I let the tears fall—wanted them free, just as I had always dreamt of being. The rain came, the crow watched, and still, I planted. Someday, my heart too will bloom.

  • This Day, Unnamed

    This Day, Unnamed

    Today, I will not call you “Tuesday.” I will not dress you in yesterday’s name. I will meet you with open palms, as if you are a bird newly landed, a river just beginning to flow. I will let gratitude be the breath that wakes me, and attention the prayer I offer in return. May…