Changeling.
Here comes the dancer forever unseen
buoyantly leaving her imprint
but never becoming weary,
unhindered Air can broadcast ferment
by drafting her faultless pattern
in cloud-wisps of quiet presence.
She can create dazzle-white sculptures
snow-carved in one fast moment
through production of freezing puffs,
or light as a feather will kick up drifts
of weathered leaves high as kites
and chuckle with autumn mischief.
yet she can sink into heat's depression
and forget her whistle when limp
sails have need of windy bellows.
An ether changeling anticipates bluster
as demon then sweet ballerina
who impresses with whirling gusts
but dance she does on Springtime hills
for Air loves the freedom where
clifftops let divas hone more skills.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: February 17th, 2017 09:01
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Very beautiful Fay.
Awesome write
Yes, the wind can dance and twirl like a ballerina, and roar like a lion. It can whip the snow, the leaves, the dust, or it can leave us all in sweltering heat hoping for its return. Loved you poem. - Phil A.
Ethereal. Delicately delicious.
you cant get much more magical than this.. not with words anyway.... made me feel quite Spritely so ya did.. Neville
Ah - here you are my friend taking a peep into my oldies again - - that little diva can weave spells on either gender as I felt spritely when writing it as I remember.......... love that you felt the magic of Air at her mischief and thank you Nev for dropping by today............... Fay
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