Gusts Of Wind Poem by Edwina Reizer

Gusts of wind blowing hard
all across the land
across the shores and deserts,
gusts blowing sand.

Sometimes starting as breezes
then building in intensity,
swirling and creating noises
that whistle a symphony.

Catching the sounds of wind chimes
clanging loud and clear,
ringing in many different tones,
tones that you can hear.

These gusts of wind intrigue me.
I wonder how they start?
Sometimes they come so quickly
and then when they depart

I wonder where they've traveled
and have they all died down?
There's stillness in the air now.
No gusts of wind are around.