[Snowstorm – J.M.W Turner]
The Wind is a Child
The wind is a child
Wanting to play with all it finds;
Leaves, rubbish, hats and umbrellas.
The wind is a child
With a child's tantrums destroying easily,
Knocking down for the patient parent to rebuild.
The wind is a child
Knowing a child's joy in creating storms in water
Just to see the sea's raging torment.
The wind is a child
Bringing cool laughter on a stilled summer day.
Playing softly over the parched grass.
The wind is a child
Teasing flowers, laughing with the butterflies
And bringing fresh promise of what could be.
[First published in Interpoetry issue 15 (website no longer available)]
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