Sonnet For a Windy Day

SONNET FOR A WINDY DAY ‘cross cirrus sky swift brush strokes paint mares' tails O'er restless tree tops’ anxious susurration, The cumbrous clouds traverse in vaporous trails Below, grasses are fanned - wild undulation Lake surface whipped to agitated motion Wildfowl, plumes ruffled pilot with discretion Gulls inland now tell angry storms on ocean All braced and taught by nature's bare aggression When young I grasped such fury in each medium Deplored concept and sense of perfect peace Such state seemed recipe for endless tedium Chose hazard over slow drawn out release Now sometimes yearning for respite from strife I embrace and risk winds that give breath to life