Wind Poems: 6/9
Nature, Wind

The winds Concerto

© Elaine George

I am a writer from Ontario, Canada. Three years ago, I started writing poetry and have written over 500 poems. The profit from sales of my poetry book 'Where the Heart Resides' are donated to 'Camp Trillium' - a year round camp for children with cancer.

I am the maestro
Of land sky and sea
I am
A living
Breathing
Symphony
Of many sounds
And sights
That I have found
Like the BOOM
Of the ocean
When I lift her up
Then throw her down
Her roar
When I roll her
To crash upon the cliffs
Along the shore
Or the tinkling
Of her shattered pieces
Falling back
Into the tide
As I fly – Fly – Fly –
High
Beneath
The blue
Of a North Carolinian sky
Over-
The burning sand
Slipping through
The slender
Sea Grasses
That whistle
As I tickle
Their every stand.
Whooshing –
Through the cities
And the towns
Tumbling
Bramble bushes
All around
Slamming shutters
And banging doors
Before I leave
Turning every leaf
On every tree
As I fly- Fly- Fly-
Higher and higher
Piercing
The heavy black clouds
To make them cry
Their screams
So loud
They crack the sky
That thunders
In reply
Throwing
Bolts of lighting
Pelting’s of rain
As I fly- Fly – fly –
Through the night
Into another day
Where
My concerto
Comes to rest
Upon
My
dying
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