
Who can see the wind?
Yet in deference trees bend
Still you deny God
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Who can see the wind?
Yet in deference trees bend
Still you deny God
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Wind waves through the grass
Breath from far Hesperides
Watching elements
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Oak-seers’ footsteps
hid by winter’s frozen shawl –
Whispers on cold winds
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Birds hang on the breeze
from warmer western reaches
Winter’s way to tease
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Rearrange your heart
The earth whispering her name –
in freshening wind
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In the sparse garden
he toils with the heavy soil
and the cold east wind
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It’s windy outside,
tossing the full washing line;
dry by afternoon
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Winds batter the shore;
gulls, ever my companions.
Sand between my toes
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The wind blows a gale;
I must fetch a sweeping brush.
Fresh air in the room
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A web clings
with limpid fragility
to the fractured sapling,
timorous in air’s breath,
long left by the spinner
of autumn’s lair
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Sorrow in the wind
A draft keeping me awake
This cold moonless night
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