Wind Pranks Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

it swung with dried stalks lake reeds
what on the edge grew
it triggered the sandy running sand off
it drove loud-mouthed sparrows
it swept up park footpaths
and then as the drunk
it whirled the dust cloud
all over fields rushing all over forests
blindly feeling a way
if only farther and more quickly
it as far as finally sat on very softly
on the thin frail twig
which shivering still out of fear
feels the light weight
humilities of the wind before the spring
it is a turning point