Thursday, April 20, 2006

Entry
Wind hides
and seeks out every hollow
counts crevices
tormenting through cracks


Wind whirls
the white and bitter winter
into October

Blind
hot wind of summer picks up
the field driving black
dust across the house yard
into the kitchen
into the mind

Into the mind wind
marks
off days and nights
Land burned
and scarred an angry
lonely wind
drives a continent
to the distant sea

2 Comments:

At 6:44 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

The wind is an experienced torment. It is the north wind that creeps in every crevice that torments me.

 
At 6:58 AM, Blogger sage said...

you have depicted the nuance of Mother Nature with style and panache...well done, thank you for sharing!

namaste'
sage

 

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