The Wind is a Restless Soul Tonight

The wind is a restless soul tonight;

It rattles and shrieks in the tormented trees.

It teases the lamppost and makes her cry;

It chases the tail of the frantic breeze.

The panes and the lintels and frames are rattled;

They answer with sundry creaks and groans.

Shingles have all of their feelings flustered;

They vent their frustration in muffled moans.

Grasses and greenery join in the dance;

Cavorting and sighing, with frenzied wave,

They add to the motioned contortion; they prance,

And, all up in arms, with countenance grave

They heave, and they protest to bowing so low;

Creatures on edge, with tails fluffed on end

Slink around corners and sulk in moon’s glow,

Alarmed at the way in which all the world bends.

The wind is a restless soul tonight.

It enters my bedroom, infecting my rest;

My soul wanders with it, and, sensing its flight,

Allows it to rustle within my chest.

9 comments on “The Wind is a Restless Soul Tonight

  1. Robert Rife says:

    Reblogged this on innerwoven and commented:
    I love finding other poets, poets who inspire and create pictures of the wild and beautiful cosmos. This girl is one of those…

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  3. Petro Neagu says:

    I never realized wind can be such a lovely, inspiring muse. I suddenly like it, thanks to my wonderful Melody 🙂


  4. Penescapes says:

    ah, i love storms and you reminded me how they touch me ~

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