Summer Wind by Strider Marcus Jones

you remind me of the rhythms in myself-

no house to play to

or the sound in someone else-

that drives their dreams

in simple scenes.

your music, is the motion of the waves

soul troubled too-

by yesterdays,

searching for a sigh that isnt wrong

to be its song.

your meadow, is a harvest shimmering

in light and hue,

in summer wind,

waiting, for a stranger passing through-

to settle in its simmering.

taste the rain

and take it in you,

long for it to come again-

meanings grow when fates continue

to reach for reasons, and remain.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry  https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude.