melissaahowells

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2022 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   518256 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
<< [Previous]

Always Deep Blue (written 7/3-7/6/2022)

THE GLASS BETWEEN MY SELVES

A Poem From The Dark

AND THE NIGHT SKY WOULD BECOME BLUE AGAIN

I Woke Up /// re-edited 2/2/2022 12:31PM



Granddad John James re-edited 10:05Pm 1/31/22

The Grapes (Lucious Grape/ August 31, 2005

TAKE YOUR PEN NOW AND SEE WHAT YOU WILL WRITE

You Taught Me...

Thank You For Being Your Own Treasure

How Hounds-tooth Became Her Friend

A Language You Can't Ignore.... re-edited 1/12/2022

They Say The Preying Mantis Is No Lady

You Can Oh Yes You Can (RE-EDITED 1/9/2021 12:07AM PST time and date stamped.)

HERSTORY...NOT A POEM BUT EXPERIENCE #ONE

I Saw A Star And Dared to Reach For It

The Invitation..( the message of .come as you are>>)

The Nature Of Water

THIS IS MY CORNER OF THE UNIVERSE, ENTER WITHIN

the wonder that always shall be...

Do You Gather Up Your Days The Way Others Collect Wild Butterflies?

The Man On The Red Bicycle (an ode) RE-EDITED 12/4/2021

Stray Cats and I have an understanding... 11/23/2021 copyright

If It Does Them Any Good At All 11/16/2021 date/time stamped

OUTSIDE-THE CROWS 11/14/2021

Still, More Time NOV 6 2021

The Wonder Cat

Little Bundle I Call Joy

AUGUST 1977 (IN THE REMEMBERING)

Wishing Them Onto Better Days

Seize This Day, The One You're With

Only Grief....

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall


*
**
***
****
*****
******

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