Sonnet 2.V - Wind Whispers Awake

When whispers break cedars. (A Petrarchan rhyme-scheme sonnet.)

When out of doors I go – escape – to feel
   the warmth of sun upon my skin, the hush
   upon my ears; inside my mind, a blush
   of fears, and hurts, the insecure’s appeal,
reddens my sight and threatens to conceal
   the path, the air, the ground, waiting there just 
   for me. Oh, if I would but waken and touch, 
   and taste, breathe in to smell, and hear, and see.
But I cannot come-to alone. Winds bend
   to whisper in my ears, quicken with song
   of Towhee, Cardinal, Carolina Wren.
   I blink and look beyond the mind’s loud throng
   to pink, papery Cherry blooms, and verdant
   Oak buds. I wake, and steady on the rock. 

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