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-
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.
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.