Saturday, November 14, 2015






WIND


I am obsessed with the wind
Of all natures children
Of all natures gods
It is the wind that awes me most

I can view the sunrise and sunset
And feel the sun's warmth on my skin,
I can appreciate the eerie light of a full moon
reflected by a snowbound world,
I can see and hear the tumbling water of a stream
And experience the pleasant serenity of a lake.

But it is the wind

I can welcome the soft touch of a snowflake
as it kisses my face,
And shiver as the rain soaks my clothes
and chills my frame,
I can hear thunder 
and startle at the streak of lightning ripping the sky.

But it is the wind that speaks to me.


I have bask at the fire that brings contentment
and warmth to my home.
And choked as my lungs fill with smoke 
as the forest burned away.
I have driven on the ice
on the Kuskokwim River,

But it is the wind

I have seen the northern light
blaze in the twenty-four hour night,
I have felt the penetrating chill
of the cold at fifty below,
But it is the wind
the wind I remember most

Huddled in my bed in a tiny log cabin
In the darkness of the never ending Arctic night
While the wind outside, unrelenting, warned me
‘You do not belong here.  This is my world.  I rule here.  Hear me and quake.”

It is the wind
The relentless wind that keeps me awake tonight

1 comment:

  1. You're a POET, Ol' Buzzard! I didn't know that! This is great!

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