Ah, yesterday was windy here in Victoria, BC! I was thinking about the wind and pondering its properties. Here is the poem that resulted when my fingers took to the keyboard. I titled the poem “The Wind’s Breath”:
The Wind’s Breath
The wind’s breath is chilled, and
Her stocky center is built in
Movements that I try vainly to understand.
One half of me knows that she is too
Wild, even for my controlled nation of one.
She sweeps through the evergreen branches, with
A confidence of which I yearn.
She is never apologetic for
The gashes that she leaves along her route.
The wind is everywhere, and yet
Nowhere that I choose to touch.
I think that she smiled when I put out my arms so
Eagerly, as I tried to catch her within
My red cloth sleeves.
©2015 Christy Birmingham
What type of weather are you having this week where you live?