WICKED BREATH personification

Written by: Victoria Anderson-Throop

                    WICKED BREATH OF THE WIND

                    

Oh wild North Wind, the wicked breath of Winter’s being
You, whose unseen soul scrapes raggedy branches bare
Are driven, like madness blindly from the darkness fleeing

You, who harvest each grey glimpse from sea and sky--
Frighten even stalwart men to hide away in fiery warmth
While you grimly taunt faint-hearted souls to die

Fragile seeds hidden by fairies stay safe and cold and low
Like compact bodies small within their quiet catacombs
Until seductive Spring sends her sweetest winds to blow

and Love madness calms Winter , their passion rouses the dreaming earth 
Voyeur sunbeams with Spring's laughter wake the seeds to tingle 
And thus enticing sister Summer's greens as hills give painless birth

        Wild winds, brave cousins all, you spin our life 
        And are the witnesses of both our joy and strife


Victoria Anderson-Throop
2012