Monday, September 14, 2020

Wind - Poem

Wind

Childish wind tumbles down hillside with reckless abandon

Grass and trees bow and crack in humble prostration

Earth’s fall cleaning, sweeps and stirs with blind ambition

As terra summersaults with man’s possession and obsession

Toward some chaotic goal

Where nature triumphs and humanity folds

 

By Janice Harten

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