The movement of the wind -
normally unseen -
we know by its effects,
hitting hard that which doesn't yield,
bending that which does:
its power and ferocity
its howling sovereignty;
it is gentle and embracing
it is nature's necessity;
yet unseen, a ghost,
'less it picks up the dust,
then we see its swirling power.
Would that I were the dust
that made visible the wind
Yes, carry this dust
as a body for the ghost.
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2 comments:
Hi Matt, came upon your blog through Dan and Jenn's. Very appropriate poem for our current weather. I like your blog, its thought provoking and inciteful.
~Stacey
Yes, it was the weather of the past few weeks that got me to thinking. In fact, it was blowing snow that I was pondering as I was snowed in a few weeks ago ... bored out of my mind! Thanks Stacey!
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