The Wind Is a Lover’s Hand on My Face
By Brian Jerrold Koester
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Rust browns in the brush glow back at me
Dull browns in the trees wish me peace
The yellows light my way
The tans barely whisper in benediction
The reds are long gone
I'm afraid for the few greens that are left
Dull browns in the trees wish me peace
The yellows light my way
The tans barely whisper in benediction
The reds are long gone
I'm afraid for the few greens that are left
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Brian Jerrold Koester is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a Best of the Net Anthology nominee. His poetry collection is titled "What Keeps Me Awake" (Silver Bow Publishing) and his chapbook is called "Bossa Nova" (River Glass Books).
