Posted in Nature, Poems

Where The Wind Sleeps

Wind, earth’s breath
ethereal and invisible
unseen but tangible
voiceless yet audible

Wind, soft as a new born baby
the merest stir in the air
when I close my eyes
I feel you with my heart

Wind, gentlest of breeze
you touch me, yet you don’t
tempting, luring, caressing
a butterfly flutter delight

Wind, kind of frisky
on a hot summer day
evaporating a sheen of pearls
on my rosy cheeks

Wind, naughty as a youngster
playfully catch at my hair
blow leaves on my path
to shower my feet in softness

Wind, a restless singing
dashing over tile and roof
arousing trees from slumber
to join in a spirit dance

Wind, howling, screeching
whipping up the waves
into untamable mountains
savage and wild

Wind, violent, destructive
turning round and round
taking everything with you
on your path of doom

Wind, silent, still
in the eye of a cyclone
Wind, dear dangerous wind
is this the place where you sleep?

Author:

Caretaker of lads and cats. No lady, but all woman. RPGamer. Avid reader. Writing my first book, squeezing in time during busy days. And nights if needed. Because I'd love to introduce you to the wonderful people who are living in my mind.

10 thoughts on “Where The Wind Sleeps

  1. Beautiful post! I love the words and the pictures they invoke. I love the feel of the wind…it’s very spiritual…like the breath of the Holy Spirit. The picture is absolutely gorgeous…eye-catching and electric! 🙂

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  2. Wow Marion.

    What a beautiful and powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.

    We have had gales around here for the past few days and I will now connect with these winds in a totally different way. 🙂

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