I blow where I will, and no one can still
My movement.
I rustle the trees and gust where I please
Each moment.
I sweep ‘cross the plains and often drive rain
In torrents.
Raging through canyons, I roar with abandon
And torment.
But sometimes I play; come April or May,
I’m a teaser.
On soft summer nights enrobed in moon’s light,
I’m a pleaser.
I’m gentle and warm, and sweethearts I charm
Into romance.
Then on to the fall; with crisp breeze I call
Leaves to dance.
I carry the scents: burning leaves, bonfires spent,
Ripened fruit.
But I bring colder days, frigid nights on the way;
Find those boots.
For I’ll huff and I’ll puff, and the temps will be tough;
I’ll bring snow.
Though the drifts may be bad, children’s hearts will be glad:
School’s a “no.”
Through the rafters I’ll sing, and my bite – it will sting
For a while.
But in no time at all, I will bring springtime’s thaw;
Gardens smile.
I lift birds on the wing, and when I gently sing,
It brings rest.
I am wind, and I’m thrilled that I cannot be stilled
Or supressed.
photo courtesy of CCrowder @ pixabay.com
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POETRY BY AHYOKA 