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
Oh Wind, Wind, Wind, Rose Marie Raccioppi, THE WIND AND THE WILLOW, Publish America, 2008.
Claude Monet, French Impressionist, 1840 - 1926, A Windmill Near Zaandam Netherlands, 1871.
2 comments:
RoseMarie - I oove the image, reflective of th storm and perhaps after the winds have eased. The aftermath is harsh yet allows for the opportunity to rebuild and truly appreciate what is still standing.
Love Gail
peace.....
Thank You Gail... the Winds have been oh so telling... Much love on to you.
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