A Song To the Wind

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