Windy
January 22, 2008 by Shirley Allard
The mighty wind is blowin gainst the walls
As drafty gusts meander down these halls
With power only nature can possess
It turns the mighty mill and lifts our dress
As hats go flying through the air off heads
The mighty force of wind is faced with dread
While down the road I watch the tall trees sway
Two pine trees dance first this and then that way
A lovely waltz against a sunlit sky
Oh how I wish that we could dance on high
A lonely leaf just flitting cross the snow
Bereft its tree, it knows not where to go
I sit beside the fire wrapped and warm
As nature takes tranquility by storm

Third person omniscient voice is perfect for this, giving us the narrator’s perspective from several different, but interrelated POV’s. Very nicely done…
Thanks, Bob.
You had me at “lifts our dresses”…
Gee Oz, who woulda thunk it! LOL
I loved following that gust of wind on its journey. Nice one!
Thanks, Jo.
very nice, I enjoyed this one as I look out the window at the crazy gusts of wind and snow taking over the day. I am not looking to going out in it later for class.
strong words and meaning!
And, thanks to you Composer!
Shirley, very nice visual, I can feel the artic blast. I’m often that leaf mourning my tree.
I can relate to that. Strive to be the tree instead. It grows new leaves!
Thanks for sending that one into the wind. I like staying warm inside while the fray is blowing outside.
Thanks Harry…stay warm!