The Wind's Isle

for the Honeybee

Sunlit pines mirrored in the lake

In the ripples they slowly quake

While wind rustles through the needles

Touching my face as it blows by

Gently rocking the dock while I

Hear the calling of wild gulls

The calm wind lulls me so sweetly

Greeting me like a lost friend she

Braids and weaves through my chestnut hair

Then dips through the lake and soars high

Playing with the gulls in the sky

And I sigh for such days are rare

The sun shines fair warming my smile

Here on the isle in the wind’s care