I run with the wind,
past a couple of windsocks.
I see they sometimes droop,
sometimes stretched full,
indicating the speed of the wind
that thrusts forward my body,
helping the tired legs
stride at the pace of the wind.
My legs seem to wear windsocks,
so, I know my running speed.
Categories:
windsocks, analogy, funny,
Form: Free verse
My windsocks flutter in the breeze,
Their streamers catching in the trees.
I love the way they bop and dance
When given even half a chance.
And even when the winds don’t blow,
I like the way they look, although
Their rainbow hues don’t represent
Much more than what is evident -
A subtle sign of light and cheer
To show that people living here
Delight in letting windsocks fly,
Which city living must deny.
Categories:
windsocks, home,
Form: Rhyme
My whirligigs are whirling
Since the wind has come to call
And my windsocks’ arms are twirling
Like they’re gearing for a brawl.
The temperature is dropping
Back to wintertime degrees
And the gusts will not be stopping
‘Til we all begin to freeze.
Mother Nature is enjoying
Making mischief these days; hence,
‘Tween the seasons we’ll be buoying
As she laughs at our expense.
Categories:
windsocks, wind,
Form: Rhyme
Pride flags fly high today
Folk music family
Mennonite bureaus
So many melons and windsocks and dreamcatchers
This place signals a rebellion
Echoing antebellum times, seething with vibrancy and it boiled over
And for a moment broke the inertia
Love wins today and today we know
That we are a people of progress
But koyaanisqatsi waits for us outside this field
Just past these barns
Most of us are forced to march with that army too but
We can build a bulwark here and move it out beyond the dusty paths
It is up to you artisans, Amish, millennials, immigrants, farmers, poets
Today I secretly join your ranks
Categories:
windsocks, america, society,
Form: Free verse
In fevered mornings, the salted sky
has halfway birthed her fiery sun.
All day the houses will guard the sea
with totems of windsocks and briny shells:
a foamy shoreline where bones of
dreams and shards of thoughts
are laid to rest, reclaiming the child
you were, spread-eagled, creature
to God, God to creature.
Categories:
windsocks, environment,
Form: Blank verse