The Sound Of Wind
by Kathleen HighamThe wind speaks her sound to me
An amazing melody she will tell
When it bellows a worthy breeze
Sometimes she rings a bell.
A soft whistling through a tree
Then a flag snaps in the air
Waves crashing to the shore
The wind of course is there.
The wind speaks her sound to me
When on the chimes it blows
Musically will play a song
Then magically wind goes.
Howling in the dark of night
Or fiercely rumbling through
I hear her in the distance
Each sound she brings is new.
The wind speaks her sound to me
Dancing colorfully under a kite
Whipping about artistically
God, how I love this sight.
A massive bird hovers above
The wind beneath its wing
This forceful flutter touches me
As if the bird could sing.
The wind speaks her sound to me
When a can clangs down a street
The children squealing merrily
This joyful sound will meet.
The miracle that comes in wind
Although invisible, but real
When the sound embraces me
It's the breath of God I feel.
This poem was a finalist in the
February 2008 poetry contest
