Bernadette M. Bland

(Glendale, AZ, USA)

Wind Speaks - Poem by Bernadette M. Bland

The Wind speaks whispers when rustling playfully through the flowers of a field. wailing, banshee howls ... chilling and shivery on dark and stormy nights. ...with soft, teasing laughter on bright days in spring. ...with the icy shrieks of a frigid nor'easter--- telling the bitterness of its cold. breathy, sensuous tones that waft scents of sweet roses in bloom. with gusty shouts of danger--- when nature has gone array. in genteel accents...telling of cool ocean breezes- country farmlands- or mountain meadows high- ...of rivers and deserts, wastelands, wetlands, and swamps. "The Wind Speaks" of all of these as only The Wind can! Listen... in the stillness you will hear its eloquence!

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Read poems about / on: wind, laughter, ocean, spring, nature, dark, flower, howl, river, rose

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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