Orphan Of The Earth Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

The wind--- Aeolus
abandoned by the skies-- baptized by the sun
unbending dagger
unending-- undying-- relies on no one

impartial to none in its way
spiteful at play--
it invades-- enslaves

behaves without conscience
arising against countless mountains
rushing along the horizon

like a mischievous banshee
it wanders by day-- haunting the night
whispering warnings-- just for delight

finds fun in a teasing breeze--
brings men to their knees

its mood is odd
yet even the trees bow to this god
who sailors respect with prayer and fear
Restless-- is this rousing wind they hear

though through punishing eons of erosion
it is not without compassion...
When Neptune's daughter, the embracing rain,
sends the wind an invitation… To be with her,
there is never hesitation

the unbound wind, not making a sound,
will even leave, with every effort,
its favorite playground---
the prairie desert