Chinook warm breeze caressed the patient starlings as each sung a song to our southern host blue skys hung heavy with a vastness Calling in clouds from the west to bury us in snow Spirit deer resounds in stillness along the same fields I am sure, even though it was just a feeling inside Blessed Standingdeer
I've never known a chinook although I've heard about them. I like the ideas in the poem. I'd just explore them a little more. And the 'spirit deer' should live a little longer. In your lines. Such things fascinate and in a world so short of time for beautiful things they need us all the more.
Thank you for your reply, It seems that for myself, the world is fleeting and my poetry is only a fragment. That is why creatively we can close our eyes and return to memories. Blessings Standingdeer