The wandering gusts of winter wind
Repeat and follow and reply
And flow over the tops of the forest
Of this dark night's bare branches,
Sounding like the sudden muffled roar
Of an express pouring through a station.
And you hear within a silent respite
Another imminent resonance,
Way far off,
That will again arrive and quickly depart,
And it too approaches, then passes over,
Awakening a windchime from slumber,
Then heads on away into the shadows;
But, yet, centering itself in your imagination,
You lie listening, with eyes shuttered,
And watch the tree tops sway and dance
And stretch and sweep the darkness,
With sound your only sense.
Coming from somewhere,
Pausing not a whit;
Peripatetic and unsettled;
Roving onward to anywhere;
Unbridled through the sleeping towns;
Till it's force unwinds,
And it loses its self elsewhere;
That I can see from here.
Great description and perfect poem of the day! So good to read and may you be well. Thank You
It is a marvellous poem on gust in winter having high penmanship. Each and every lines are interesting to read. Enjoyed with heart. Thanks for posting.
Wandering gusts of winter wind! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Bill, I love the wind. Find it somewhat mysterious. You've done a great job in furthering the mystery. Very vivid imagery. Permitting the mind to almost hear the sounds. And what a great last stanza! Congrats on Poem Of The Day.
I've been there, pard, in winds over fifty with gusts over eighty, and the sand blowing in my eyes and in the eyes of my horse! Not fun at all! Great, realistic poem. Oh, I see that it was poem of the day in 2017. A worthy choice!
Wonderful poem..you catch the essence of the spirit of the wind..congratulations on being selected poet of the day..
The wind of winter coming from over tree tops and vanishing at far off places. A nice poem composed beautifully. Congratulations.
Winter wind.... congrats on being chosen...
This is happening now as I read...A monstrous storm, a cyclone is passing over my country here in north old Oz..! Things are rugged but I cant help raising a smile at your well penned poem. You tell it as it is Biil. Great writing my friend. Cheers Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, Bill! Your descriptions of the wind are fantastic. This is a well-deserved poem of the day!