Nursery of Winds





NURSERY OF WINDS

In the glistening of Spring
young winds are born,
hatchling mouths gaping
for frozen bits of thermal carrion,
gleaning what nourishment they can
from the keening of last winter’s gales.

Summertime zephyrs are on their own,
casting themselves in currents of warmth,
deciding from moment to moment
whether they will caress or sting.
They move as they must
for only those most fit
may sail forward into Fall.

Late autumn gales dance in glee,
plucking the trees for adornments
to dress themselves, pushing
the dead scales of summer
through wild ranges
to line west facing cliffs
in hopes of spawning anew.

And in the depths of winter’s bite
they prance in waxing and waning strength,
mating with abandon,
showcasing the power of vernal rage,
cradling each other’s breezes
in the glacial nooks of high rocks,
Scattering truth in their wake,
waiting for Spring.




©2009, 2022 Christopher Reilley

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  1. Do I wish my life away only for the summer's ?

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  2. I love how you personified and portrayed the wind of each season! Each described so differently and well.

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  3. A wonderful concept, the four winds, with that superb line of the spring wind being born..so nicely done...

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  4. I admire how you focus on each season, with energy and distinction from nature. Can you please contact me at sometimesg@yahoo.com ? Thank you.

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  5. We all wait for spring with bated breath!

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