Interdependent

The trees move; they laugh and play, they bend and sway, they wave our fears away— they who have no muscles. . The winds go; they jump and fly, they cross the sky, they race and awe our eyes— they who can’t be seen. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Lazy Snowflakes

Not in a hurry, the flurries tumble, wind-borne, up and down and ‘round.

Head On

It was a pleasant day before the wind riled the water to pummeling waves and threats of drowning. The shore seemed too far, the paddles too heavy, the waves too high to best. Too late to hide and too dangerous to veer, we left our fears to wailing and clinging about our legs while we […]

While I Was Sleeping

Rushing down on wild winds Angled toward the earth Inundating plips of splooshitudinous Night – Photo by: Maxim Forster Pexels.com

Giving Thanks for the Wind

Oh Lord, I thank you for the wild winds that seem to speak the language of my heart— my native tongue before the English words were pinned to almost everything. They speak— the gusts—the bursts of joy—in every rush. They tell the lifeless leaves to dance the streets, and so they do! They speak of […]

Feather Step

They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the sea

None Besides

They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]

Wind

The breeze blew by so gently It seemed the promise of my dreams had come to call. A breath like rain-dropped grass, it said the ground had greened at last and put her apron on.

Spring

The earth is really still the same when winter winds subside and sunshine flows while warmly blows the breath of spring again. – The earth is different every time the dead things turn to green and seeds that died now quickly ride their stems to life…again

A Blustery Morning

The promise of winter rides the charging wind. Dark clouds pace the sky, prophesying doom. The weeping willows wail and thrash in protest. Leaves, by the thousands, jump—a frenzy in slow motion— then rush the streets with panicked footfalls to escape. Not me. I read the signs like letters from a friend, and smile, knowing […]