The Wilfull Wind
~A Salute to Wind~
Ah, the wind in the trees!
Bends lovingly about to hug my knees.
And the whoosh of their leaves,
brings back multitudinous memories.
Of being sixteen on the back
of a hog,
And riding with a biker gang.
Clutching my boyfriend's strong back
so hard, I thought it might crack.
Or high winds in Chicago, their Arctic
winter, so fierce.
My daughter, just two, and oh so tiny!
Was nearly blown across icy Michigan
Avenue, blimey!
In those heavy downpours in San Francisco,
good Lord!
That not so kind wind contorted my giant
umbrella like a pretzel!
On hot summer nights, dear wind, is always
a loving delight.
Blowing the heat of the day away from
all of us.
Creating a wondrous, starry, cool California
night!
Ah, wind, with a mind of it own.
On that you can count!
I salute your freedom, bowing to no man and
cannot be bought.
Free to be fully you and going whence yoou
ought.
Without one judgemental thought!
August 21, 2019
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