Monday, July 29, 2013

Octo ~ Wind...wind... wind...

The dance and grace of the WIND made known... such beauty in movement...

Oh Wind, Wind, Wind

Oh wind, wind, wind
It speaks not a word 
Yet its call is known 
It is not to be seen 
Yet its presence is felt 
It is from distance afar 
Yet its touch is near 
It is ever so free 
Yet in bondage to sail and mill
Oh wind, wind, wind 
What mysteries you reveal.

Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York


  1. I so very often tell my husband that I so love to feel the wind (the gentle wind) upon my face.
    To feel the breeze of the rustling wind is heavenly to me.

    I so enjoyed this poem!

    1. Thank You Margie, Yes, the wind is indeed Mother Nature's messenger. . Each season it has its own special tale.