Blowing Wind

Bathing on the mild mid-afternoon sparks sun-charmed, Reclined on a wave lounge, the pulse of the landscape warmed My mellowed sighs mollified by colognes of fragranced jasmine, The scenery enchanting slumbered, its pulsations pristine. Pliably surfing through the air, with a rustling symphony A swishing ensued, rocking the willows in tuneful synchrony, Infusing the stroked atmosphere with its breeze contagious, Like a sedative morphine, its flowing gust harmonious. Birds stayed aloft, darting, weaving and swooping in flight, Swimming in the calmed gale crests, relishing its raw might Seamlessly suave as a reposing sea, the aura imbued A chorus of trills recurrent echoed, while trees slued. The surging wind ambled the aerated skin of nature, Wandering like a regal gipsy, clad in mistless moisture… Immensity of efficacy lies within veils of intricate purpose, Like the invisible textureless wind, moseys to self-repose. © Maverick Nyambu