A SONG TO THE WIND

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

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