One day, the wind but a breeze
Subtle, gentle upon ones'face
Puts ones' mind at ease
Yet another day, harsh, rough against ones' face.
Springtime winds bring the breath of fresh air
New growth, scent of flowers fills the air
Warm summertime winds
Wind swept soil taken away
Though soil sculpted by winds touch.
Cool winds of autumn through the branches of trees
Leaves rustle, music to ones' ears
Carry leaves, seeds upon the breeze
Float upon the breath of wind
Fall to the ground.
Winter winds arrive
Sometimes subtle, yet harsh, intense against ones' face
Winds of winter, whirlwind of snowflakes
Wind driven snow, wind sculpted snow drifts
Always there, subtle, harsh, everchanging, the wind.
Comments about this poem (Wind by Alvin Schaut )
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