The Wind...

As I sit here in this house, I can hear the wind thrashing through the trees, and the rain tapping its fingers against the window. The house voices its protest to the relentless onslaught of Nature's fury, and I shiver in the cold night.

So... as the wind rages, I do something I have not done before, and that is... share a poem I wrote when I was.... a teenager...  (Please bear in mind I never shared because I thought they sucked, and at this point in my life, I don't really care anymore if they do.)

Thou art an icy flame that sears the cloth of Earth

Thou art a blade that slices the grain

Thou art the hand that slaps the face

Thou singest and scream

Thou makest the earth dance and her children dream

Thee spread life, change it and are it

Thou art a breath, storm, a whisper, wail

Thou art strong, sometimes weak, but never will thee fail

For thou are Nature's Child,

to be there, quiet, bold, free, wild.

cki1986