The Wind that wants to be seen

From my bedroom window

I look up the driveway between the lilac hedges

north over open fields

from where winter arrives

 

most days She arrives with her weather

silent and naked

I have to look for her in treetops

 

But today She rushes at my doorstep

Howling between the gaps in my door and windowed defenses

And declares herself clothed in the snow she’s gathered up

with skirts swirling spiralling.

 

She revels in her wintry wear

Freezing the blood of trees and them that hides there

Wailing her warnings, her icy cold truth, of death come quick

to each and all

in Her timing

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  1. Kathleen Whyte

    As always a gift… Thank you!

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    • David Walsh

      Thanks Al for natures reminders and the beauty of the wind.

      Reply
  2. David Walsh

    Thanks Al for natures reminders and the beauty of the wind.

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