Wind Tunes

Poem & Image by  Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

Wind whistles through the trees

Soft steps swish wet grass

Daffodils strewn along the path

Flashes of yellow shimmering

Striking a cord with the living

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A typical arid evening in a Plateau City;

Vendors hasten home with baskets on the head,

after a fruitful hawking;

To light the fire for hungry mouths to be fed.

The sun is an hour away from the western horizon

everywhere so calm, not a leaf astir

A quick evening walk should be fair.

The stroll down the road turned several heads in stare

The gentle breeze stronger now, gathered momentum.

It turned to gale in a split second

the wind howled like an old man in despair.