Wind's Life
Wind’s Life
Thundering wind is on its way,
The beat of sleet
Rhythmical, crackling on panes,
Wind is a being.
Touching spring with a kiss,
Then turning macho man
On a dime.
Mr. Blow sloughs on desert sands
Sand billowing from the unseen.
Rolling purple, golden sunsets
Change at his bidding, soundless.
Where does he come from,
Where does he go?
He roars and rides the waves,
Whistles through your hair,
While bits of paper,
Leaves, sidewalk dust shuffle.
Then shush, shush, shush
A whisper lullaby he blows
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