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The Wind

by Jojovits1 

Posted: 09 June 2015
Word Count: 83
Summary: I love the sound of the wind. She always comes across to me as some sort of sprite, playful or angry, depending on her mood!

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The Wind

I hear her in the dark.
Her siren song
soft as a lullabye.
From the window
I watch her stir the trees;
branches like crooked fingers
Come to me.
She grows impatient;
Whistles turn to moans.
She calls
down the chimney
shuffling the embers.
Come and play!
Grabbing at my skirt;
flicking my hair as I open
the door;
Her song
a harmony of welcome
with the rain.
She enfolds me in
a cool embrace
and kisses my cheek.


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Thomas Norman at 08:35 on 10 June 2015  Report this post
Ah Jo that's lovely. Really like it.
Simple but very effective; the best sort!


Bazz at 20:22 on 12 June 2015  Report this post
Love the feel of nature here, stirring the trees, crooking a finger, calling you, so playful and yet serene, intimate. Great piece, Jo. Love "a harmony of welcome" great line.

V`yonne at 10:52 on 14 June 2015  Report this post
That's so lovely -- the thought of the wind inviting you to play. It reminds me vividly of childhood.

crowspark at 12:32 on 14 June 2015  Report this post
A lovely poem, Jo, with an engaging progression and interaction with the wind.

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