Wind
We see our sun and feel its heat,
watch falling rain cascade;
see brilliance of the winter snow,
and fluffy clouds that shade.
Elusive to our eyes is wind –
a ghost, she moves around.
She bends the branches of our trees
and chases leaves on ground.
We hear her bellow when she's fierce
and swishing when she's tame.
Like magic, she can lift a house
in raging hurricane.
She cools us in the summer heat,
creates waves on the sea;
a force that moves about our Earth,
but all invisibly.
Without a clue, wind comes and goes –
intensity, her will;
unseen but felt in many ways –
caress, or ice cold chill.
Where does she come from and then go,
this force that has no shape?
We feel and hear her awesome breath,
until she plans escape.
Elusive to our eyes is wind;
a ghost, she moves around.
Her energy we cannot see;
the paths she leaves, profound.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Wind
Sponsor: Skat A
Judged: 08/30/2015
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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