Wind On the Fly
Outside, the wind blows
anxious, fidgety, restless howls,
on a journey, a pilgrimage escaping here
to cross the earthen sphere.
High above the tree tops
it glides, then swirls, coasting, stops,
rustling, rippling, resting,
with the branches wrestling.
It tugs and pulls at sleeves
tearing away the loosened leaves
to float and ease quickly down,
birds on wing, the fly, hovering above ground.
Within its path
it draws a chilled breath wrath
to fall and cool then observe as it slows
the sunlit world shivering below.
Strewn leaves blanket all,
the bush and brush plant shawls
then pile high and deep layered
an early snowfall designed by the creator
Musky scents waft then abate
along the earthen laminate
riding the breeze with ease
whispering aloud, slips away the breeze.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
