Monday, December 04, 2006

The Wind

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.

2 comments:

Stacey said...

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

Matt said...

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!