Wind Song
"Wind Song"
Whispering secrets heard, as she passes through the trees
Fluttering, shaking, caressing, thousands of shimmering leaves
She cools the farmers brow, whips up dust devils in the fields
Bringing the scent of rain and hope of better yields
Flag gently waving with abreath of air
Or billowing wildly with a gust and fanfare
Dancing on the pavement, leaves crisp and brown
Swirling high in the air, slowly spiraling down
Holding the magic of a trains' lonesome notes
Cherishing a memory as the song softly floats
Oh! and the fury of the hurricane gale
Or spinning and churning, as a tornado spits hail
She soothes us... she cools us... her repertoire has no end
This blustering, billowing, breezy, thing called simply...Wind
Debra Irsik
Copyright © Debra Irsik | Year Posted 2015
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