The Wind
I am the wind
The merest breath
on The baby's cheek
as she sleeps
her evening sleep
I am
the bracing wing
That reddens cheeks
and teases skittish cats
I am the gust
that startles birds
to quarrel
in their trees
I am the gale
that wrecks the ship
The hurricane
that shatters lives
I am the wind
This poem is about:
Our world