Shifts of Wind
By Linrose
At ease, the wind strokes cattails ~Unmoving in the dales;Helicopters released by trees ~Unaided by a breeze ~Cannot perform their twirling dance,Before they land as steered by chance.Astir, the wind becomes a gale,While dark full clouds begin to hail,Sheets of rain cut through the earth ~Exciting seeds towards summer’s birth.Aroused, the wind howls and without fail ~Transforms the land to bleak and pale;But, in its mercy, bestows a gift ~A mantle of white throughout winter’s shift. Written October 5th, 2000 © on Oct 03 2001 04:22 PM PST 0 • 10
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"At ease, the wind strokes cattails ~Unmoving in the dales;Helicopters released by trees ~Unaided by a breeze ~Cannot perform their twirling dance,Before they land as steered by chance.Astir, the wind becomes a gale,While dark full clouds begin to hail,Sheets of rain cut through the earth ~Exciting seeds towards summer’s birth.Aroused, the wind howls and without fail ~Transforms the land to bleak and pale;But, in its mercy, bestows a gift ~A mantle of white throughout winter’s shift...."