You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of trees;
Her breath brings warmth when blowing from the south
She’ll grace your ears with purrs of tranquil breeze
She twists and swirls when dancing in the air.
Her sighs of freshness sweep upon my face
at times she’ll play and ruffle up my hair
and sometimes takes my hat for me to chase.
Her hands push ships and boats across the sea
and helps the windmills grind their seed for bread;
she blows the clouds to set the moon-beams free,
so love entwines within a twilight thread.
she’ll carry loving kisses from your heart;
this force of mother natures work of art.
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Poetic25 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: There is something about the wind I love
- Category: Nature
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Beautiful write, the wind in all its glory. It can show us so many sides to its wondrous nature.
hi michael , i love how you personified the wind ! she sounds like a woman , gentle sometimes , playful other times , but sometimes she becomes angry and you cannot calm her down .. brilliant ...:-) shes like a woman in the sky , the only thing is that you cannot see her, you can only feel and hear her voice... nicely done
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