Wind Who Neighs Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am the wind who neighs in
chunks

I am the wind who tricked Zephyr
to let me loose

I am the wind that in the blizzard
rides and chuckles

I am the wind that visits nocturnal
caves and coves on land and sea
hooting through them echoing
re-echoing

I am the word of hope

I am the wind of the dim

I am the wind that rises with the
Dawn

I am the wind that settles at red
dusk.

I am the wind, the restless wind,
I am that wind.