Oh they wondered what the wind was for
scattering kernels upon dark floors
raising arms as fronds in breeze
calling troops of last frost seeds
rising now above their needs
they wonder -
have they sinned before?
shattered deeds perhaps, and maybe less
but more than the click of knees
cornered bent for scattered creed
locked and chasing seasons tease
and here now, hearing wind
feeling whispering, teasing,
wind.

This entry was posted on Friday, March 28th, 2008 at 11:15 pm and is filed under Nature.