Gust Poems - Poems about Gust

nippy gust of wind

nippy gust of wind
toying with crisp autumn leaves
vortex of a squall

Willows In The Wind

We went for a walk, one windy day,
through the woods, and along the way,
she said to me, "If you please,
let's sit a while, it would make me smile, 
beneath these shady willow trees."
Yet, as just then, a gale-like gust blew by,
in apprehension, I asked her, "Why?"
And with a flirt, a lift of skirt,
the lady promptly

Oh Gentle Gust

I 
languish
beach side on
a blanket by
an azure ocean
perspiring profusely.
Then comes a soothing coolness
wafting its wonder over me.
It fans my sun-drenched face bringing me
refreshment and breathing sweet peace to me.
It whispers in my ear tranquility;
lying on my back, I’m so at ease.
Oh, gentle gust, you are my balm
on this sweltering day of
July. Oh summer wind, 
with

Wind Song

Wind
Stills hearts
Writing light
Into the souls
Who believe the night
Is meant to write her dreams
Into the music who flows
Across the gentle life who sees
Beyond the hills, the trees, into hearts
Who know what it means to give completely

Hearts are meant to offer the sweetest grace
Pouring love out to heal the worst pains
Reminding that love is always
A light, a

Prickles the Gust

“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.

The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do, calls for fingernails-on-chalkboard rain,
for the bad-wolf-wind, for lightning, insane.

“Toodle-loo,” says each spiderling-leaf, parachuting to earth.
They make such a scene; whirligig

a gust of birds

birds are hidden & tweeting in bushes
     until a wind creates a gust of birds
& a gang of sparrows fly across a field
       leaving the safety of undergrowth
                 

blind gust

with her boundless reaches
she moves within the crowds
houses with no windows
contemplates the leaves
barrowing with the foragers
wisdom has gone away
fickle with the winds
have reached their destination
the torches watch their gust

Golden Gust Glow

Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered  energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee

Sudden Gust of Geese

sudden gust of geese
fly past window eye-level -
furious honking

Gust

Whispering, often hushed –
	through oaks and pines,
jaded hopes, inviting – the music
of a prayer, free as light, glimpsing –

yesterday, breaking through the spirit
	intimate and buttery as the sun,
risking every breathless talent  –
portraying each smile in a gentling touch

Kissing away the past with a kindness
	gasping, sighing, soothing away
each teardrop, the dew in all its delight,
sliding

Nothing More Than a Gust of Wind

you better than anyone
know the power of words
their careful selection
their perfect timing

mostly though you know
the power of reserve
of holding back
of innuendo

the suggestion with nothing said
no commitment
no evidence
no trace

the knock
the open door not entered
like the wind there and gone



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE RIGHT TIME~ 2023

AP: 2nd place 2023, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention

The Gust of Wind

*Image of La Bourrasque by FKR.

The Gust of Wind

A gust hath burst,
As she traversed,
A short-cut to,
Broad avenue,
Her black silk dress,
Looped to a mess,
Struggled full-length,
Maintained her strength,
Her matching shawl,
Challenging haul,
Onward she pushed,
Hasty ambushed,
The trail seemed gone,
As she dragged on,
Rounds disturbed leaves,
As the squall heaves,
Determined will,
Since birth instill,
The end result,
Foresees exult,
She soon arrived,
As winds hath died,
Wholly tangle,
Loose

Dust Blown Around In Gust and Thrust

into side  must thrust
wind would come up with a gust
did survive from dust 

we knew they were trans
which had been part of their plans
either Fred's or Fran's

we love our mother
is perfect like no other
even another

fire seemed to spread
trees burned up than were dead
dreamed of when in bed

to God  we will pray
tornado not come

Dust Gust

after dead earth and moon
ships will scan this here
scan the darkness
then they will leave without collection
this area used to be good
what we did was beautiful
epic of hits and misses
and there was that time we dare
conquerors wanting the moon
we dream away with the whole system
a huge backyard we had
yes it was beautiful and lasted a long

Dust

Descriptive voices get louder
While likening dust to powder, 
Evangelizing ones in a sermon. 
Proclaiming it ‘A summon’

The prettily molded man is dust
To all early and late –arriving corpses, a must,
Worse dust, the one obsessed with lust.
Metal too, correctly, is dust,
As fatefully it goes ahead to rust
Assembling some kind of crust,
Sometimes into eyes blown by a

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