wind follows wind

wind follows wind,
as would the grasses
were they not rooted –
relegated to whispering
wayfarers’ songs

this evening I carry
that elsewhere urge –
a glow of foot,
the rise of thigh –
the sort of sky to set
wings to trembling

© Sarah Whiteley



  1. Dear Sarah,
    In all the years I’ve read your poetry, I’m always amazed (and often a little intimidated) by your gift. There is something quite immeasurable about your work; it is so fluid and often so unexpected. You continually offer your heart to your audience in new and evocative ways, while remaining authentic to your core. It is always a pleasure to return.

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