I'Ve Listened To Wind

As it passes over under and through; Once quiet trees now speaking their loudest. They've whispered talked and even howled at me, While their unseen sibling tears them limb from limb. I've heard its voice far off in a distant night, Then it is suddenly screaming at me as walls shudder. Rattling windows so clearly accepting its strong breath, Outside I see a giant pine tree forced to wave to me. To see its power through its many victims is frightening, Wondering if that next exhalation may possibly find me. Such a gentle cool friend it had been and now a monster, There's no place to run because it is truly everywhere. It can make calm waters drown a little seaside town, Then retreat and pretend it was never really there. Still, naked branches seem to leave fallen impressions, Of decorations taken down long before their time. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn