Tag Archives: Wind
Bid me tell you yesSee Me: A Haiku
Warm wind and warm wind
It seems I’ve been lost in you
I cared not who watched
Absent: A Haiku
They are always gone
Whether with the stormy gale
Or about their Day
Sunflower Revolution
Who does the wind think it is?
Provoking
Dog barkings
Promoting
Heart havings
When will change not want its way?
Down playing
Naysaying
Up lifting
Day claiming
At All
How long’s it been, baby
Since a wind came to your window
A breeze of the bilowy sort
And though it arrived loud
Quieted you?
How many days, mama
The fog, it clogged your lungs
A freedive into the depths
And through its grey unknown
Empowered you?
Bailer
Never, during his entire mad, unmanaged spree
Could he see, though he claimed to look
Could he understand, though he claimed to know
Could he love, though he claimed a heart
I, then, left cut, scattered, chasing, winded
Wing
It is enough for me, the breeze today. To let it waft over me, and with it, bring a strength.
Beauty and curiosity, like a bleached-comb Cardinal, often ride on such air. This morning, though, wisdom arrived.
This morning, the wind asked for my resolve: A halt to crying over others’ big promises and small feet. The stop to the bruises I allow.
A decision that I am enough. The God who created me said so.
This weekend, a storm of understanding is predicted. An Eastern Bluebird cannot be far behind.
Nevada-California
Left alone, on an empty grey pier on a lake on high, a warm windstorm making its way through her hair, its force able and willing to carry her away to further aloneness somewhere, and she, sufficiently calm and willing, is nevermore afraid…never more.
Blue Damsels
Diminished
From the wind, I think
Or what’s riding on it
Chilled uncertainty?
Despite any positive prophecy or revelation
Holy, scholarly, or both
It’s what troubles me to the core today
And my sisters too
So let us weep in any and all ways tonight
So the morrow we’ll feel as ourselves again
Whole
Such Ado
Oh go, wind
Leave at a speed faster than you are
And for once, have silence be your sound
How dare you awaken me
To the truth of the night
How dare you remind me
I am alone, and the chafe
Act sovereign, but know
I and the Sun
We will be here still, when you’re gone
