Wind Power
The wind blows free in my valley
bending giant trees to her will.
Sometimes from the North
such anger spews forth
that even the sun feels her chill.
Clouds scurry around to obey her,
in fear she'll devour them as well.
In her primal pain
she lures gentle rain
to join in her demonic spell.
In moments, fury abated,
reverting to sweet tempered breeze,
so mellow and light
she seduces night
and vamps the daybreak with her tease.
By: Joyce
Entered for Christies Wind contest. won hm
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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