Blown Force.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Blown Force.

 

Hard blue winds of winter
shake snail-backed sheep close-coating hedges
and flake old granite walls
with splintering bites.

Mild green winds of spring gust
life to shy grass-growth, soft-blow first roses
and patch passing cloud-shawls
with holes of clear skies.

Hot red winds of summer
droop barley stalks in close-breathless sizzle
and sear to black brass all
fruit on blistered vines.

Cool cream winds of autumn
paint gilt-laden distance in sundowing gleam
and spread shiver-mornings
as chill proves its signs.

Hued winds of full year stretch
to sudden abuse-belts of wildest movement
yet my vote wants blown force
coloured more kindly.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 24th, 2018 09:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments7

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay.

  • Michael Edwards

    Superb Fay.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY for introducing the important topic of wind ! It is Mother Natures way of dissipating all the gaseous pollution Industrial Man pours into the atmosphere each day ! Carbon dioxide ~ acid forming Sulphur dioxide and Nitrogen dioxide etc. It is also an important factor in the Water Cycle. The WIND cleanses and provides ! However as you poem suggests we always want the Wind at our back and for it to be soft and warm and not a hurricane ! Your Meteorologically BRIAN ! Love the visual so so evocative !

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful write and great imagery Fay.

  • Caring dove

    very nice fay 🙂 this is quite lovely .. i love how you have given each seasons wind a colour , if i were to choose a seasons wind i would choose spring ... your ending on this is great, i really enjoyed this , saving this to my favourites.

  • Caring dove

    i also love how you have given each seasons wind a certain strength ... a lovely idea, well written

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    I LOVE WINDY DAYS
    It blow where it will
    But ~ we cannot tell
    Where it comes from
    Or where it goes !

    THANKS FAY Wind purifies ~ like a Hoover
    Making sure that the composition of the Air
    (for good or ill !) is uniform everywhere !

    A Seasonal Adjective (W ~ S ~ S ~ A) gives
    WIND an extra poetic dimension ~ Elegant
    Thanks for composing and circulating !

    The PHOTO took my breath away ~ Perfect
    ANGELA love the Mountains & the Wind in
    her hair ! She send her LOVE X

    Yours as always ~ BRIAN & ANGELA



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