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** *** **** ***** ****** within the Green Wind becomes the fall and within the Wind Who carries it all sifting leaves and their branches to the ground I have seen the Wind toss it all yes I have I think the Wind has fingers I've seen It tug and grab at leaves I'm certain the Wind has a mighty breath I witnessed It break the tallest trees I heard the Wind and Its powerful voice I've heard It as it flattened then nearly swallowed a small town with Its singular mouth I think the Wind suffers from loneliness without having a choice I've never seen It stay in one place too long-- not ever long enough to make a friend or to find a place to know I think the Wind can be greedy covetous and unkind I've seen It steel everything all at once within It and then pick up like a ball and go I think the Wind might be envious I've seen It slap gulls and geese I've seen It mow unsteady people down face first onto the ground I think the Wind also grows weary with Its constant movements and the need to prove It is there I've seen the Wind sputter suddenly the renew with a fury and groaning and a wail does It know of Itself does It know It must continue on and on to places and vistas It cannot know is It forever-friendless is that why It cries and carries on so It is in the ushering in and the change to every season you and I know and now within gathering of the Paling Green Wind-- goes of the Summer-Green and then becomes the Fall. ****** ***** **** *** ** * LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE 1:17PM PST SEPTEMBER 8, 2019 AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD ** The capitalization is for personification purposes. Vote for this poem |
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