A Night of Wind


Rushing.

Here comes the wind to rustle limb and leaf;
They rip and groan, their leaves now twirl and slash.
Through blades of grass wind comes like iron cold,
And soon with lung it howls and gnashes teeth!

Hushing.

The wind flies high into the sky of blue.
The trees lie in the thick of their unease.
Grass sways and waves beneath the warm rose hue.
The sun! It climbs up from the crusted cold.

Touching.

Now the breeze is barely sifting, lifting
Limbs and boughs and branches, over bridges;
Under byways. Then goes deftly drifting
Soon to vanish o’r the mountain ridges.

Silence.

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