The Many Voices of the Wind
The Many Voices of The Wind
Whispered it
Through fencing creek
The work of a thousand sighs
Speak on branch tip
She rests her hush
By bladed grass
Soft as rattled tambourines
Prance in her leaves
Ah but she howls !
The shrieking crevice
Blown force she crashes
As cold as knives
And kisses she on cheeks
With wayward caresses
Convoluted voices
Roll in the waves of her laughter
Nods all the flowers to a lullaby
Humming on wings
As she passes by
In silent dreamy poetry
Ruffled up in skirts and clouds
Giggling in the breadth of heaven
Yet she will moan aloud
Through tombs and dungeon
Tip toed from your breathing
Stirred by a butterflies wing
The great wind hurricane
Comes calling
Inspired by Christie Moses for The Many Voices of The Wind contest.
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