Wild Wind

                              Wild wind, you’re a dragon of air

                                     roaring above the water,

                                     flicking your tail

                                     to drive waves ashore. 

 

                             The clouds scamper away.

 

                              You romp in their space,

                                      tickling the sea surface

                                      with ruffle prints,

                                      inserting your real power deeper down

                                      to drive waves ashore.  

                            Your repertoire with light

                                     presents all possible greens and blues,

                                     whips froth

                                     and a dash of rainbow

                                     to glamorize the shore.  

 

 

                         Wild wind,

                                    when I lean into your push,

                                    you pluck and pull.

                          You cross over in jest,

                                    blowing rooster tails across the waves.

                           It’s a chore flying through you. 

 

                              It’s your day.

                                     Weightless fliers

                                      welcome gravity

                                      to hold them to earth.  

 

                              You’re boss.

                                     Your bluster

                                     dissipates in lace. 

 

                              Wild wind, you have painterly flair,

                                       an opalescent eye

                                       iridescent breath

                                       rambunctious brushes.

Photographs by Joel Ray, Andrews Point, December 1, 2013.