WindWind wizards dwell in RamonaI know this to be trueI’ve listened to the music they playWatched trees danceLimbs move seductivelyLeaves leave their partnersFly into a skyWhere clouds waltzAnd untethered wrappers swirlTo fluted tones of wild dervishes.Wind wizards conduct these symphoniesWanding While we wrap ourselvesIn some stormy harmonyHuddled in a warm bed.Rick Stepp-Bolling
Wind, thebreath of life on Earth.Haunting Wayward unpredictable Invigorating and part of my friends name. Wendy, as she blew away one day ~~~~
windSomeone asked me once,Did Tehachapi have wind?I just gave a laugh!
That is funny!
caressing my faceshe is with me, whistlingas I walk alone
Wind is not a thingIt is constant change unwantedWhen it scrapes the earthAnd messes up my hair.Wind is not a thingSo it often goes unnoticedOverhead in clouds and treesIt is not there.
I love "wind is not a thing" love it!