Thursday, 8 December 2011

wind wayward wind wind away

barn doors swing back and forth like a solid skirt, crashing against the edges
suddenly in the dark, I wait-
for the wind to open them again,
slits of light and massive bombardment of sound - an unshelter -
I wait, for the reveal -
wobbling , wet, last leaves leaving
jittering, struggling to hold on

I have waited for this assault of weather
through this gentle autumn - something ready to pounce
weather reasserts itself
and I happily hold steady against the blast, then release and blow away
changeable as the wind
take away take away, away is where `I want to be
wind away wind
way of wind way

December 7 windy