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I am the warm air of spring Heralding the time of rebirth I caress the first shoots of growth As they poke their way through the earth I ponder nature’s resilience As her landscape comes alive I marvel at her citizens And their will to survive I dance over fields and rivers Whispering to sky and sun To all the hiding creatures A new season has begun I am the zephyr of summer Come now and heed my call Blowing sweetly from the west The kindest wind of them all Walk with me over hill and dale Carpeted in joyous colour Feeling my soft caresses More tender than any lover I will kiss your upturned face Brushing it with rays of sun Breathing warmth into your bones Till the sunset says day is done I am the wild gale of autumn Stripping the leaves from the trees Nothing withstands my fury All bow to my desperate need I whip the rain into torrents Pouring water over all beneath No quarter asked or given I gift you the dying year’s grief I move restlessly onwards My dark tempests taking form But the harvest is gathered The bounty safe from my storms I am the north wind of winter Bringing the first flakes of snow Scattering them with abandon On the gardens and streets below My blast is icy and chill Freezing your toes and fingers Sweeping away the last of the year Not a single vestige lingers Time for you to stay indoors Cosying in front of the fire Enjoying the comforts of home Away from my insolent ire
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
Four Winds
I am the warm air of spring Heralding the time of rebirth I caress the first shoots of growth As they poke their way through the earth I ponder nature’s resilience As her landscape comes alive I marvel at her citizens And their will to survive I dance over fields and rivers Whispering to sky and sun To all the hiding creatures A new season has begun I am the zephyr of summer Come now and heed my call Blowing sweetly from the west The kindest wind of them all Walk with me over hill and dale Carpeted in joyous colour Feeling my soft caresses More tender than any lover I will kiss your upturned face Brushing it with rays of sun Breathing warmth into your bones Till the sunset says day is done I am the wild gale of autumn Stripping the leaves from the trees Nothing withstands my fury All bow to my desperate need I whip the rain into torrents Pouring water over all beneath No quarter asked or given I gift you the dying year’s grief I move restlessly onwards My dark tempests taking form But the harvest is gathered The bounty safe from my storms I am the north wind of winter Bringing the first flakes of snow Scattering them with abandon On the gardens and streets below My blast is icy and chill Freezing your toes and fingers Sweeping away the last of the year Not a single vestige lingers Time for you to stay indoors Cosying in front of the fire Enjoying the comforts of home Away from my insolent ire
A couple of days ago I got talking to a lovely lady about her poetry society - she invited my to go. The theme of the meeting is ‘wind’...
clare-brown
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
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