Wild wind
Keeps us awake
Swinging on the curtains
Its breath blows down the chimney pots
Singing noisy songs as it swims through cracks
Sailing through branches of tall trees
Rocking the boats at sea
Chasing the leaves
Wild wind
Pure joy
Bright reflections
Sunbeams dancing like stars
Rolling ripples on blue water
Water drops run down a shiny mirror
Floating clouds at sunset
Feathers falling
Pure joy
The first one is magnificent Neil. I love it. Pathetic fallacy regarding the wind just made my day.
ReplyDeleteCome on Neil more poetry and less prose , you know you are the master.
T.S.Eliot eat your heart out.
This is what we want!