Sonnet For Winds of Change

SONNET FOR WINDS OF CHANGE Cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails Tree tops are in restless susurration, While cumbrous clouds traverse in vapour trails Mead grass is fanned in wild undulation Lake face whipped to agitated motion Plumes roughed, wildfowl voyage with discretion Gulls in-land tell of wild storms on ocean All braced to face nature's bare aggression When young I chose such rugged medium Deplored the concept then of perfect peace Such state suggested endless tedium Hazard preferred to slow drawn out release While I now sometimes seek respite from strife I yet love winds that change, give breath to life