shadows & breeze

shadows & breeze

evening play, just watch

dappled light dancing to the whispering wind

shadows swaying with a slight waver in their steps

just watch, and listen

rustling skirts courted and carried across the sky

dipping down, rising up and quivering

easy touches, here and there

the sound in my ear that brushes my cheek

musical notes that blend and I call them

the wind.


but, is it the wind itself that I hear?

or is it the things in the path of the wind?

responses to being moved?


is all sound simply a response to being moved?

Author: Julie Ann Stevens

My art flows from the patterns & paths of my lived experience which ⏤ like yours ⏤ are at once deeply personal and entirely universal.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.