Wondrous Wind, by Gerry Geischer

Where does it come from?  How far does it go?

What is the velocity, density?  Is it Easterly, Westerly?

Feel it…soothing, cooling, whipping

Hear it…whining, wooing, screeching.

Transparent, wind transports seasonal passengers,

Playfully pollinating, transplanting, randomly piling.

Gives hang gliders placid joy; for sailors, it’s a fickle force.

Harnessed, its kinetic energy electrifies the darkness.

Is the Master predictor of prevailing climate change.

Winds raw strength uproots, eradicates, devastates.

Transposed, it is soft as breath, mystical as Spirit.

Wind is all of the above.

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