Whispers Of You Poem by Jayne Louise Davies

I heard the whispers through the trees,
Was my mind playing tricks again?
There was this lovely autumn breeze,
I long to be with you again.
The mountain top within my reach,
I stopped right then to take a breath,
My cheeks as rosy as a peach,
I feel that there is nothing left.
But as I look down at the view,
That valley where I spent my youth,
I think of all those times with you,
This is my life,
These are my roots.
So on I go and sit awhile,
Reflecting on the memories,
Some make me tearful,
Some make me smile,
You are my whisper in the breeze.

Jayne Louise Davies