Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

Rookie - 50 Points (08/14/1957 / Montreal, Quebec, Canada)

The Wind - Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

Oh! Whirling, swishing leaves above me,
Your daring mystifies my inner soul,
Leaving me to contemplate
Thy extreme goodness to behold.

Why have you gone so suddenly?
Is thy judgemnet in recoil?
Or is merriment and awe
My lasting just reward?

Embrace my deepest desires,
To reveal thy spirit is on fire;
Occassionally to ponder what is absent,
Returning only for the ransom.

As I sit and await for your return,
To lift my spirit into a churn
Blessing you ever so discreetly,
For breathing upon me sweetly.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

May 28,1995 Sitting outside in my backyard, listening to the wind
blowing and pondering about how beautiful nature is..

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 14, 2012



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