Wily Wind Whisperer

The unseen maestro, the wily whistling whisperer, Cunningly twirls a sway in the bending trees, Dabs, daubs and draws impasto clouds in the sky, Lilts, entices, leaves to dance in tune, as it whistles on by. The field of grass compliant, bends to lithe gusts sly. Laughing to tickling tongue secrets, beholden in every sigh. The wind teases waves, torments lakes to ripples. Their surfaces combed and drawn to rugged stipples. The wily whisperer winds its way into cracks and holes. Creating drafts that shake the drapes like ghostly souls. Defying all attempts to block their breathy intrusion. You can feel it breathing in and out, expiring confusion. Oh wily wind, your whispers collude and unwind, The peaceful slumber of earth and heart entwined.