Wind Element

I am rarely weary of watching the wind with its wondrous ways The breeze dances delightfully through the budding branches At times it tumbles and turns and can terrorize my lady’s skirt It is whimsical and wistful and its soulful song the heart entrances I have heard it hungrily hammer at Grandpa’s garden gate Then turn tail and softly serenade the sweetly sleeping child Skillful scientists can tell of the whys and wherefores of the wind But most men are merely mesmerized, and by the breeze beguiled 3/19/16