In pastel voice the trees sang out
yoo-hoo’d the daffodil
the wind laughed at my camera
and nothing would hold still.
Tag Archives: wind
March 29.20: Coping
Last night the lightning
tore up the sky;
now remnants gather
and wind sweeps them by,
face-planting the jonquils
into the mud,
ripping the petals
from yesterday’s bud.
No cheer to be had
from this morning’s dawn;
I don’t think I’ll keep calm
but I will carry on.
Saluting the British slogan which has served so well —
until we don’t WANT to keep calm.
January 19.19
Too old and crisped
to fight the wind
whose sport it is
to dizzy me,
I pretend
a diamond rink
in chassé with
Terpsichore.
Connections: May 11.18
Some ancient mythic language
ebbing, swelling, weightless
like liquid air
many-voiced
chorus of Sophocles
bade me stop.
I turned toward the sound
the fullness of new leaves
spring petals
soft as babies
supple in newness
stroked by wind
sibilant and sure
wanting me to know
something.
Still as the dead
I listened
taut
to pluck a word
but there was none.
Connections: July 9.17
Holding tight in Hoosier clay
at end of thundering roiling day
the plants in tilted chorus say
the summer storm went that-a-way.
Connections: January 10.17
When it snows in ol’ Virginny
by the Chesapeake Bay
and sky and the sea
join in endless grey
and the wind blows ice
down each wool bandanna
you know it’s not nice
in Indiana.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: December 30.16
Snow squalls, they said
and what a show
mid-air chaotic
tumble and blow.
White-fisted fury
with wind a-roarin’
but when it was over
there wasn’t much more ‘an
a dustin’
bare crustin’
a whole lotta nothin’.
Connections: November 20.16
This was my look
yesterday
as I stared out the window
in flannel’d dismay
at snow mixed with rain
shot like a sneeze
by a roaring cold wind
in a straight-line freeze.
From seventy degrees
to this? Overnight?
Ma Nature’s sense of humor
is seriously impolite.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives, Vernon Hill Gallery.
Connections: October 24.16
Herein lies the tale
of Little Boat and Big Tree:
the tree is my latest idea
the little boat is me.
Again, thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 23
Prairie sketch
loosely lined
wind-drawn
rendering,
tendering
just enough
to hang the rain on.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
