Gods of Winds At Play

Sand dunes are licking wounds desert looms through veil Kites are awry from faster lane and clouds are in dovetail Gods are playing wobble doable morning glory go Bodies swoosh a push a rush, a sash falls in a glow Fire crackles, the hearth of heaven, drops dew the earth Gods of winds slosh through the creek in the pang of birth Drip Drip Drip Slush Slush Slush splosh about in blobs They throw the curlicues in blue and eat the hails in globs Babies go to sleep and their mothers go to pray Gods of winds spread their wings in a divine sway Pas de deux pas de trois angel babies and girls Moisten hands clip their bands and fit out cloud curls Earth smiles in the east the morning comes again Gods of winds calm their swings over the Mary’s glen Contest: Gods of Winds Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton 10 DECEMBER, 2014