The Joy of Wind
The Joy of Wind
Wind isn't spiteful.
Wind doesn't intentionally ruffle your coiffure
Gusts may act like a harried paramour,
tugging at clothes, desperate for your ardour
It casually casts aside fripperies that are not secure
It disregards human constructs
propriety,
modesty,
decency.
Be silent your rancour.
Wind is kind.
You caress my cheeks with gentle kisses
Your finger wisps tingle my scalp
You blow leaves off my lawn
You surprise me with the gift of next door's trampoline
You dust the archives of my mind, stirring up long abandoned memories.
You bring me the smells of the seaside
You carry to me the sounds of home
You rustle wildflowers in a field to bring me floral scents
You carry the sounds of distant dreams
Your breeze refreshes stale air.
You bring peace, in the knowledge that there is something greater than me, that is uncontrollable but kind.
Wind isn't spiteful
It is wild
It is untamable
Bound by rules, the world needs reminding
So abandon your uptightness
Play wild with the wind.
19 May 2022
Copyright © Spirit Cook | Year Posted 2022
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