Message of the wind
To feel the cleansing winds as branches twist and turn
reacting to the force moving through
Ah open, ah soaring above is the hawk who knows how
to master the movement each turn a subtle clue
As clouds pass above covering sunlight
Day morphs into twilight
And the crescent moon appears cleared
beyond the swift cotton ball clouds with pulled edges
see above the hedge that surrounds the tops of trees
Listening to windswept movement
As the singing of a mocking bird is subdued
Only through a gust rush going past lasting but a moment
What will the sounds of the wind create
Whispers of angels, hushed and expectant
Or a Roaring, demanding to regulate
The timing of some unusual change meant
To recreate the experience of today
As the branches sway and all is quiet
Then suddenly powerful loud cracking
Is nature attacking or humans moving to riot
What is this all meant to relay?
Subtle yet forceful changes are here to sway
What we think should be our destiny is cast away.
As the movement begins again.
As clouds come floating
A shift inside begins
A chill comes through
A hint a clue
That a change has been made
All plans that were conveyed are set free
Winds have realigned what was to be
We shall see when the winds have died, we shall see
What remains & what is to be.
(2014)
