A Fresh Breath This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

Hark, the chill rustling of chlorophyll sheets,
the leaves of Nature’s Bible.
Her true cantabile whisper – raspy
with influenza of industry – I think returns,
phantom but fully felt quiver of air
clasping, caressing our flutter of existence.
The gentle breeze of lyricism,
the jarring gust of chromaticism – both
in one breathtaking breath of Mother Earth –
neither caught whole heart in spirit of Man,
save a momentary letter, a transient note
that makes us know!


Shh! Can you hear
the time-touched tune of anima ancestral? We,
overtones in the wind’s soulful timbre. We,
Nature, with Man just one sweet pitch.
A fresh inventive
Dissonance enriched in harmonies old.


Hark, the sublime song of Life,
a scherzo celebration of air.


Inhale, exhale. Find we holy
aspiration in natural
respiration – coaxed to consciousness
by the wind – Stimulated –
Transcending caffeine and drugs and sugar heights –
Liberating real for the chorus of
Beautiful Truth!

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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