The Wind Doth Blow
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you . . ."
Spring announces with a warm breeze,
After the cold harsh winter freeze,
The mounding snow capped mountain side,
Slowly melts and starts to divide.
Bare arms that stretch lifeless land,
With hopes of restoring in arid sand,
Buds that flourish with fragrance rare,
Sweep so quietly through night air.
Ocean waters commence to churn,
Swelling to great heights and return,
Pounding turbulence at shoreline edge,
Continuously showering the rocky ledge.
Calmly, erratically the wind doth blow,
Ultimate uncertainty it can bestow.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Fifth Place Winner ~ "Writing In The Sublime” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
July 26, 2011
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2011
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