Windy Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Windy was wild
December's child
She could not bide
she could not stay

Running away into the night
out of my sight into
The gray
forever

She came like a zephyr In
Spring - scented gown
with great joy my heart did abound -
so was like sunshine
my soul in caressing
to such pleasures of joy expressing

Then swirling and tossing to dire degree
as wild gale drives desperate a sea
fierce wind and waves ignore every plea

as comes a flash of illuminate light
too-quiet a calm drifts through a dark night
filled with a dread and terrible a fright
this torturous distress is not made aright

casting thus beyond an immense expanse
endless a journey of maddening perchance

thereupon a distant horizon clearing
gentle breezes nearing -sunlit skies appearing

All left for a mind to ponder, consider and muse
seeking solace from clouds of bemuse

Windy, carries on beyond a song
my sorrows confessing
gone like the storm
my heart possessing

No silken net can bind her
No words like these can find her
She leaves the past behind her

Windy was wild
December's child
Not to be caught
Not to be bound
Just to be sought not to be found
running out of my life into the grey forever