Wind Symphony

A poem from listening to the wind on a clear day.

Photo by Joe Chen on Unsplash

The wind dances to the spring's sunlight serenade. 
It weaves and sways itself between crowds 
of people answering the new season's calling. 
Everyone's whispers reverberate off one another 
and creates a hazy window to the future 
that becomes clear from the guarantee of warm 
cozy days in the same way the dark past of veterans 
exchanging war stories is lightened around a camp fire. 
Nature's bare face is flush with green 
and her head is adorned with a wreath 
of freshly picked daisies that still reflect life 
with the way hordes of bees hover around them 
with the same child-like curiosity 
they have stung others for. 
The wind skips through the city 
right behind the light 
with many of the citizenry 
serving as delighted hiding spots. 
A cat and mouse game 
between two forces of nature. 
The wind appreciates the company 
a warm spring cultivates 
because the arctic winter 
offers nothing 
but barren loneliness.

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