The wind...my friend

Windy days

 

 

 

 

The wind…my friend

By jack

 

The wind, my friend

It does not dream

But floats along

On silent stream

It does not breathe

Nor cast a will

Yet carries winter’s

Mighty chill

 

The wind, my friend

Of scent encased

In autumn leaves

O’er fields are chased

Neath clouded sky

Of sapphire blue

To touch the very

Heart of you

 

The wind, my friend

It does not speak

Yet howls at night

In constant speed

So blustery

Or calm as spring

Aromas fill

On fluttered wing

 

The wind, my friend

In search of none

Yet who it finds

May be the one

Of dust dispersed

And whistles blend

To flow with us

Now once again

 

The wind…my friend

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

The wind does bring change and as I read this it made me think, like all things and events, it all depends on how we receive it.
Nice work.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.

[Brianna Brie]

Wow...this is absolutely an amazing poem. Surely, you have captured the essence of the wind. I consider myself blessed to have read it.

[Jack...]

I consider myself blessed that you read it and chose to leave such beautiful comments. Thank you so very much.

[Poetic Beauty]

The wind does a great many things. It can calm us on a warm spring day, cool us on a hot summer night, it can scream during a storm or howl with its winter bluster. I love all the details of this piece. This is a great piece.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much for your kind and flattering words.

[Poetic Beauty]

You are more than welcome. Nature can inspire many things.

[gcp]

This is lovely - great flow - and beautiful imagery

"Where the wind blows, babe
You can bet I’ll be ridin' high with it
Holding on for my dear life
Just like I always did"

[Jack...]

Thanks so much, I am all about nature, weather fascinates me. I wrote this on a very windy day...it was invisible but still beautiful.

[gcp]

Yeah - I love a fierce wind - it's like getting a hug from the sky :)

Weather is amazing - powerful - changeable - beautiful - everything you need in a muse ;)

[AnastasiaBetts]

Absolutely gorgeous. The flow is spot on, just drips of the tongue, begs to be spoken aloud. Great rhythm. Love it!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much. It was very windy here yesterday and inspired me to write this poem. Thank you again for your kind words.

[Marie]

Yes, I heard the wind last...
I'll write something about it, of course, but not poetry like yours.

[Jack...]

But it will still be something good. Thanks Marie.

[Holly Mason]

beautiful imagery truly you are just amazing I love the way the words just carry you along like I am stuck on a breeze with no stops no way to get off just floating along
and wish flowers are the best*)once again you have mentioned winter autumn bet I know what your wish would be
thank you for sharing

[Jack...]

Thanks so much and yes you are correct. My mother is flying down tomorrow from NJ...weather permitting.

[Holly Mason]

well if weather permits tell her to bring you some snow in a jar (that would be a good poem) store it with the t.s.a. their cold hearts will keep it from melting*)

[Jack...]

That is a good idea for a poem...who is going to write it, me or you? Personal contest?

[Holly Mason]

you I am so sick of snow...kind of I do love the beauty of it but that slippery ice stuff do northerners know that they are all actually weather ballerinas I just slip bang to the ground

[Jack...]

Snow is nice as long as you don't have to shovel walks and clean off the car and wait for the windows to defrost, only to have to do it all over again the next morning.

[Holly Mason]

that part has been an interesting learning experience the car anyway boy first few weeks I would forget about the popsicle mobile then late again*)

[Jack...]

Snow does take some practice.

[CS]

I love windy days. There are a lot of them in the desert. On still nights, I can't even sleep. Without the howling from my window, it is too quiet. I think you have done a fine job capturing that feeling I have for the wind. Nicely done, Jack.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Courtney. I understand what you are saying, I have spent many a night in the desert and the sound of the wind creates serenity and peace in that very magical place.

[Anne Martin]

A lovely poem, Jack. I'm not big on rhyme, but this doesn't jar ... in fact, if I read through the rhyme and short lines, it has pleasant cadence. I like your imagery, especially, "of scent encased in autumn leaves". I would, however, be careful about "to touch the very heart of you." That runs the risk of sounding too hackneyed, something you might hear in a commercial. It struck me the first time I read it through, but nothing else seemed particularly cliche. It didn't bother me enough to hamper my enjoyment of your verse.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much Anne. Unfortunately most of my poetry is rhymed. I have a few pieces of free-verse on here somewhere, but not as easy to me as rhyming.

[Distant horizons]

Very well written piece jack. Where would we be without it?

[Jack...]

Thank you so much. I fear the day I no longer feel the wind