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