Short Whorl Poems

Free To Whorl

Wind, what’s the rush?
Why the huff,
Why the puff 
Like the wolf
From
The Three Little Pigs,
Muffling my ears 
With “Pfffhhhh…..”,
Nipping my cheek,
Sushing the bird and
Bending that tree into a whistle
Until it shrieks.
Restless, you bluster?....
When you are free to whorl 
The entire world ‘round?