A Song To the Wind
A SONG TO THE WINDS (Inspired by P B Shelley)
Oh wild North Wind, the breath of Winter’s being
You, whose unseen soul scrapes ragged branches bare
Are driven, like madness blindly from the darkness fleeing
You, who harvest grey from sea and sky
Frighten men to hide away in fiery warmth
Grimly taunt faint-hearted souls to die
Fragile seeds hide safe and cold and low
Like bodies small within their quiet graves
Until Spring sends her sweetest winds to blow
She rings her bells to rouse the dreaming earth
Sun wakes the seeds to tingle in their graves
Enticing summer greens as hills give birth
Wild winds, brave cousins all, consume our life
They are the witnesses of both our joy and strife
Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012
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