Wind

Eerie voices creeping around corners and eaves,

laughing and whispering their promise of the coming storm.

                                                  

Crying frustration at the trees that grasp but can not hold,

tearing leaf from limb as it passes.

 

Turbulent passage through alleyways and streets,

spiraling into devils against all who dare resist.

 

Carried away with reckless abandon into the night

and blowing straight to the sea

to rejoice as a gale to finally be free…..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the wind

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Interesting

Some interesting imagery. I enjoyed the read.