Wheeze of a Wind
Chilled wind in the *metro wheezed louder, shattered
The eyes and damped skin. Thistles and grass blades
washed by gaping teeth and drenched. Haggard,
we were troubled by piles of birds waylaid.
It is frost moment once more , frost moment
all along. The moon grew old too soon, bawling
through a crummy *playlist of blues’ songs
Like frail bowl torn. *Hunk of a wind ruled the scene.
It rode far into the dark sky’s legion, an energy
Fierce as tail whipping oaks and fallen spires
To wager a fight. Amidst a team of man and Luna,
Wild stomps of thrill reeled, and then called a ceasefire.
In gentle deed , it *gassed up fresh clouds to open
With pleasure. As if, in the wheeze, nothing ever happened.
~ nature ~
Contest of Cyndi Mac Millan
Timeless Yet Contemporary, A Sonnet Thang
By nette onclaud
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