The wind
will not stop sighing—
soft, insistent, foreign—
hour upon hour…
It runs the fields,
threads through trees,
hissing night into day.
It summons—warns—
whispers something
I cannot,
alone,
perceive.
The wind will not stop sighing
as it slides over cold, sullen waters,
bending brown marsh grass low,
imploring the roaming thrushes—
some sharp, unshaken news.
The wind will not stop sighing.
It will not seal its circling pleas,
nor fold itself and flee.
Beneath the pall of that dark fortune,
I cannot name or know
what waits beyond
my grasp.
Powerfully penned, Tim. Another excellent write with amazing imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. 🙂
I am sighing with the wind. this is lovely and soft
Thanks so much for your thoughts, Fia.
hauntingly written dearest Tim the trees know what it says ❤️
Thanks Crimsin. 🙂
One can never cage the wind. Can’t silence it. We can cover our ears but it carries on. That’s strength and resilience there. Unstoppable. Nicely done!
Thank you Willow. Much appreciated.
We have been expecting rain all week. We get the dark clouds over head but no wind came.
The wind came today and brought the rain.
It gives you signs and warnings in its own way/voice.
Enjoyed the read!!
Thanks for your thoughts, Adelly. Much appreciated.
Here, three days of high winds, no rain. But 30 mph plus winds. It’s invigorating, except when you’re trying to sleep and stuff is moving around outside. LOL
Exceptional write, Tim. We all can relate, yet you nailed the descriptive nature of it. Excellent.
I’m the same way. I hate wind when I’m trying to sleep and it feels like the house is going to fall down. Thank you, Styx.