The wind will sigh;
Branches bow and the wind sighs.
The chimes sing,
They dong and ding and the wind sighs.
It is tired of hurting and lacking.
The wind blows the children back to school,
And it steals their homework as they climb
Up on the bus, to ride and hide, from wind’s whip.
The wind rolls the plump holiday revelers back to the gym,
Where they sigh as they get fitted for a swim or mount upon their stair masters.
The wind is bringing a new day in the window,
Sighing that hauling the sun around is a heavy burden.
You do it! The wind hollers. You think it’s easy? Then you do it!
The wind whips our cheeks into cherries. Cheeks unsure, sighing hot cold,
Begging to be kissed, our hot cold cherry cheeks tweet back at twittering birds,
Who sing at branches and twigs, begging for rest from the wind.
The wind sighs that she will not let you be lonely,
at least you won’t be lonely.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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4 Responses to windsong

  1. amabear says:

    i like the idea of wind hauling the sun around.


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