WIND

AND HE LIFTED THE WINDS,

CRUSHING THE SKY,

MOVING THE CLOUDS

IN SORROW BORN.

 

RAIN DROPS WERE FALLING

PIERCING THE AIR

WEEPING HER HAIR

SHOWING THAT HE CARE.

 

IT WILL COME

LIKE A STORM FOR A WHILE

JUST TO PUT FORM

LIFE WILL BORN.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

Poetic and philosophic. Strong words that produce big images. Good work.