Wind Song Poem by Ernestine Northover

Wind Song

Rating: 4.9

The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches,
it gradually encroaches, taking over
like some unscrupulous military machine,
giving way to no one,
just charging along at a fierce pace,
buffeting anything that gets in the way.

It cannot turn back, not once it's committed.
The oncoming storm whips it into swirls of forceful energy,
it is uncontrollable.

This wind brings with it a follower.
The rain.
Battering and pounding on the rooftops,
lashing against the windows,
drumming a rhythmic revelry.

Here is a temper at full spate, caring not one iota
for the damage inflicted on man or beast or their environment.

Then suddenly, the sky starts to brighten,
the clouds part and the sun peeps through.

The storm is passing, and all is fresh and clean.
The rain's work is done,
and the elements are at peace once more.

© Ernestine Northover

Cj Heck 08 December 2005

Excellent, Ernestine. Like with most of your work, your words are woven, intricately painting your landscapes so your readers can 'see'. Wonderful ability you have. Hugs and respect, CJ

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Mary Nagy 08 December 2005

Ernestine, you are such a wonderful writer! I'm always so glad to see your ''perspective'' on any topic. Great poem. Sincerely, Mary

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David Darbyshire 09 December 2005

Nice Ernestine, very nice, you should be a weather broadcaster.....very real....Have a great weekend davexxx

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Bill Mitton 11 January 2006

Ernestine, this is so good! I can feel the force of the wind, and then just like at sea the gentle pink of the sky and the silence as though nature is offering an apology...........wonderful Bill M

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Duncan Wyllie 06 February 2006

Then suddenly, the sky starts to brighten, the clouds part and the sun peeps through.Love Duncan

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R H 08 April 2008

A wonderful metaphor for all that life hurls evocatively captured amongst an array of evocative lines that transport the reader from the tempestuous to the tranquil - superb Ernestine. j xx

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Alison Cassidy 26 September 2007

You have painted a wonderful series of contrasting landscapes for your reader - from the wind as 'unscrupulous military machine, giving way to no one', to the peaceful and refreshing sparkle after the storm has passed. The whole piece represents a metaphor for life's journey as Tailor says. Superb penning. love, Allie xxxx

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Tailor Bell 24 November 2006

storms of our journey in life...captured and released for us to see in this excellent work. beautiful, Ernestine. -Tailor

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 02 October 2006

Poetess E.>>>Yowzer! Felt like Iwas comin' down with th' Flu after comin' out from yir Stormy Weather, there, young lady! Vivid imagework & fine structure adds up to a knock-out Piece of Work'''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR

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Melvina Germain 29 August 2006

'The clouds part and the sun peeps through' what an awesome picture, wonderful poem as usual-------Melvina

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