Wind

I love the wind Blowing softly against my face, Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day, Stirring my hair; Making the branches and leaves quiver And the grasses to dance and sway, And all the while Whispering a soothing melody If one but listens intently. I hate the wind Roaring violently, Making the branches and leaves fall, Bending the grasses till they break, Whipping the dust around That stings the eyes, Finding its way through nooks and crannies, And whistling an eerie tune Auguring a storm. I’m scared of the wind Blasting at everything in its path, Causing whole trees to tumble, And flattening grass, blossoms, and all; Generating huge waves That claw their way to shore; Crumpling poles, posts, and walls, Howling and shrieking like a banshee, And snatching the life of the unwary. April 23, 2023 Among 1st Place Writing Challenge - ‘W’ Words - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France