The wind

A vociferous wind cried all day,
a young, earthly breath, whisked and bluffed,
a seaborne spirit of salt and wild spray.
A spirit of high mountains, it was snuffed
as it flew across night coming to rest.
The wind dreams of the ocean's crest.





Poetry by Bob
Read 551 times
Written on 2008-01-19 at 23:39

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text