MISCHIEF IN THE WIND

Hop and tumble,swirling debris in upward spiral
Tiny, menacing, harmless tornadoes
Bemused leaves in minute eye
Greenly awaiting brief false flight

Rise and whoosh, on wings of warm air
Ruffling tree skirts, tousling tight curls
Skittering on rooftops, lifting forgotten termite wings
Drifting to earth with somber waver of fallen angels

Sudden swell and puff, sprinkle of powdery dust
Sting of grit in eyes closed too late
Gratified high sighing past delicate ear
Dispatch of unknown fauna up helplessly willing nostril

Lift and parry, easy evasion of angry wave
Delighted twirl and twist on heavy nothing
Gradual gentling, amicable lift of heavy fist
Cheery swishing farewell, nestled under bird’s wing.

Advertisements

About feminemdapest

I love words and how beautifully they can be woven. I have a wicked sense of humor and a mind like a sponge, so little gets past me. As a result, I have a garbage heap of a head. Did I mention I love words?
This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s