Saturday, May 26, 2012

What is in the Wind anyway?

Not much can be said of the windy day
Other than what can be said, of what may.
Like anything else that is grand in scope
A windy day requires a bit of rope;
That it might be caught for the rest of us
And shown off as a windy sign of trust.
But what is trust in a thing that still moves
Even when you've caught it? It's gentle grooves
Change even the stubbornest grey rock
Into dust, which eventually turns stalk;
That is the growth of cellar fiber from
The ground that grows upwards and soon becomes
A beautiful flower. Not much is said,
Yet still, great towers of words may be read.

                    What is in the Wind anyway? (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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