It has been windy here in Central Wisconsin for three full days. The wind chime is tingalingalinging and we are lulled to sleep by the whistling windows. It must be change of seasons. Enjoy the poem!
Three Days of Wind
Three days of wind
wrestling of the seasons
strengthening of the bending trees
and a cozy howl heard from our hollows.
It will end with rain
to green the straw mat of winter kill
and feed the fawns and lambs.
It will blow in that itch
to dig and cultivate
hands in the waking earth.
We too swirl and blow
on this full worm moon
ready to burst out of our shells.