Wind

to mark the edge of spring to tilt strawmen 'gainst their will late April wind shuffles new leaves like a deck of cards a simple trick nature in its gliding the willow rustling pushed by the huff and puff of big bad wolf intention a wind that incites the season's freshness rich romp of swaying aspirations warring their swooshing blow of heaving like a magistrate robed wispy clouds wafted away to find other kin as whispers fill night air, thick and thin to hide themselves in willful skies the wind at one's back, a spritely elevation when worry mislays direction when whistles overwash resistance when the wind is weightless like devout contentment you'll hear its chords of song Poem composed April 24, 2023 Revised May 20, 2023