The Wind

Outside 

the windy breeze

ruffles my hair

and

cools my face

after a pandemic

a disease that spread

and invades

my space.

The wind

pushes

the branches

up and down

swaying regally

side to side,

a cooling sensation

as the sun's

dazzling light

glares bright.

It blows the leaves

from the trees

into my hair

as I walk away

feeling 

the freshness

upon my skin

making me spin.

If there's a storm

the wind

will force its way

upon the bay

upon the houses

upon the fields

delivering decay.

The wind

can whistle

in the night

against

the glass 

shattering

the window

as it cracks,

a shocking

alight.

***

The wind sings.

It roars loudly.

A howling,

zapping,

whizzing,

comforting sound.

It rumbles deep,

a suffering

blip of thunder

it brings

as it gets

out of hand.

But alas,

the virus

is still here.

The wind

hasn't

wiped it away

but left it

for another day.

***

©️ Denise Larkin 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Also published on Medium.com

The wind of Hurricane Ian in the Youtube video below: