The wind it blows, cold.
Or southerly lightly with warmth
That comforts the soul
Fixes clothes to knees and teases
Those holiday boys or dreamers
Marilyn did it best on skyscraper
In black and white we sigh
How lovely a sight
We all can admire.

Then in far off lands
The wind it tumbles things
Pulling down mountains
Fracturing streams
It hinders the finding of people
Its  brutality knows no ends.

The quiet wind I love the best
That whispers round corners
Sways the washing on the line
Filling pots with seeds
And rocks the cradle in the tree
Until the baby sleeps.

Love Mary x