Gypsy Winds

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. Olympus is but the outside of the earth everywhere. - Thoreau

invading both my sweet and sour dreams

hot and cold along with everything in between

storm force to tender caress

questionable worst to absolute best

a gypsy caravan

loving the ladies and sticking it to the man

a tambourine rattling 'gainst my window pane

howling

prowling

affirming truth

rattling lies

ushering an eternity that never dies

a burger with everything and a side of fries

affirmations and denials without weathered whys

tornado of time, blind and uncouth

bumbling cop and magnifying glass sleuth

swirling and curling

playing, swaying and whirling

gentle breeze to strong chagrin

delicate finish to brawny begin

scratching today with gnawed fingernails

helping trains to stay upright on steely rails

a change in fortunes that never fails

searching for yesterday's promises

ushering doubting thomases

bellowing of faith

according to what the good book saith

wanting to muss what's left of my hair

i just wish it would play fair

and stop hiding my underwear

Author's Note

“The strongest wind cannot stagger a Spirit; it is a Spirit’s breath. A just man’s purpose cannot be split on any Grampus or material rock, but itself will split rocks till it succeeds.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[Kim S.]

When I think of Gypsy, my mind just goes to Fleetwood Mac.
This is a wonderful write, I do like that song by Hendrix though.
Nicely penned write

[Pete]

thank you. another great group - you know you're music! right up my alley. where would we and this world be without music?

[Patricia Wedel]

The Spirit's Breath will conquer death... when Winds of Willows become
a Blanket of Stars that keep the Sun warm with healing powers... softly, Pat

[Pete]

wandering the world penniless, tapping its tambourine.