The Wind
Soft and gentle.
Tenderly kissing
Cheeks and hair.
Vieing with the ardour
Of the noon day sun
To cool the sweated brow.
Playful,teasing,
Impudently tugging.
Breezing along rooftops,
Rattling doors and windows.
Prying into every nook and cranny.
Inquisitive,mischievous
Restless and free.
Darting through trees
With animated chatter.
Swaggering through cornfields
With cocky gait,
Or just drifting with clouds
Along a lazy sky...
Yet in demonic mood.
Unleashing it's tantrum
Upon the earth
Nature's unruly
Petulant child,
Thrashing, uprooting,
Creating havoc.
A tornado of energy
With devastation
In its wake.
Inciting seas
With sweeping agitation,
Hustling storm clouds
Along a black leaden sky.
Malevolent, threatening
Wearing a mantle of destruction,
And conjuring up a storm
With a howl of derisive glee...
Then when fury is spent
Once again still,calm.
The merest whisper..
Fanning the landscape
With soothing breath.
And caressing the earth
With a peaceful sigh.
Copyright © Sylvia Coulstock | Year Posted 2010
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