The wind

 

All day
        the wind
All night
        the wind
A rush of air
        spiraling—
  in the pepper tree

Sweet scent
        of ringing chimes

Open window
        cool gusting pulse,
        breath of silver

Full moon
        casts its blue whisper
        through the garden

In the east, a slow star
  the scent of pitaya—
  its blossom dissolving into fruit—
  announces dawn

—Lorena Wolfman (2020, 2025)