TheBanyanTree: LISTEN TO THE WIND SOUNDS

[smack58 at nycap.rr.com]

It has been blustery and cold and today we have the rain to go with it so it reminded me of the following poem. This is an old poem and was unfinished, so I took a shot at finishing it. Let me know if it could use some more touching up.

LISTEN TO THE WIND SOUNDS

Listen to the wind sounds
As it pitches
And twists.
Listen to its whine
Its howl
As it turns 
And tangles 
And bangs.

Listen to the wind sounds
At it takes captive
The twigs and the leaves
And carries them 
Within itself
To a new place
Dropping them 
With no warning
Abandoning them
Moving on.
Without ceremony.

Listen to the wind sounds
Shaking the trees
And blowing the new snow
First one way then another
Lifting and
Dragging
Shaking and
Trembling

Listen to the wind sounds
As it blows across the flat lands
Then rushes 
To the tree tops
Bending them low
Catching the earth 
In their boughs.

Listen to the wind sounds
Sweeping
To the hills 
To the mountains,
Wearing them round
Wearing them down
Over the ages

Listen to the wind sounds
Rising in fury
Then lowering 
To a growl
Low and ominous
Promising to return.

Then…

Hushing to a whisper
Just for a moment.

And suddenly 
With a wild surge
It rises again
Lashing out
Moving swiftly
As it screams
At the windows
Thunders at the eaves
And whistles 
‘Round the corners.

As quickly as it has risen,
It falls 
To a whisper
Once more
A whisper soft and subtle…

It is then that it
Whispers its secrets and
Whispers the changes
It brings.