of those that be

of powers 
of hours 
of far-flung flowers 
and fluff-wishes that cling
to sun. of sway 

of breeze and influence of 
trees, the way they whisper
song. 

of sky’s command 
and moon-melt hands 
that mold our wayward days. 

of potent praise 
and forces of faith 
to be reckoned with, 
of energy beguiled. 

of whiffs and drifts 
and all things caught, 
of captured thought  
and ardent throes of wild. 

::
In April, we poem.