Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Hearing the Wind

I've been away for a long time. I'm back. Life is good.

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Hearing the Wind



I’d been hearing it all day,
the wind blowing against the sides of the house,
rattling against the windows,
shaking the roof in a most noisy way.
It was something I noticed from time to time,
but I dismissed it as just part of the arrival of spring.
Later I left the house,
having forgotten about the earlier rumblings of the wind.
As my hand reached for the car door,
I felt the breeze across my face,
and I noticed the wind again.
I stopped and listened.
The wind was around me in swirls,
tugging at clothing and my hair,
but I no longer heard the noises of the house.
Now I heard the sounds of the wind
as it ran across the earth
and through the trees.
The resonance was a sigh,
no, a gentle whistle,
or was it a whoosh?
As it squeezed between the needles of the pine,
the tone was gentle, soothing,
much as the song of a mother’s song,
whispered lovingly,
and carried the scent of green,
the promise of life.
As I stood for those moments,
I first closed my eyes and drank in the sound and smells.
Then I opened them,
and I saw the trees around me
and the sky as blue as sapphire
with clouds so white it hurt to look at them,
yet I couldn’t look away.
And I drank it in,
sip by sip,
until I felt the lightness in my head.
A wonderful drunkenness caused by beauty.
And I felt the peace that I have so often
in this beautiful place.

I wonder about the differences we bring to the earth.
Putting our structures in the path of the wind
interrupts the natural flow of nature.
How do we balance our need for protection
with the earth’s need for freedom?



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6 comments:

Robert Shapiro said...

Hi, pardon my techie question but how did you get your blog to flow from side to side here - to expand you understand - across the breadth of the full window?

I've been trying to figure out how to do that. Is that something you found in Settings? I'd be interested to know what you did or if you can even understand what I'm saying since I'm not quite sure I'm using the right words.

Goodlife.

Lynilu said...

Robert, I'm not sure how to answer, but I didn't tweek anything. This was simply the look of the template I chose. I was looking for something very clean, uncluttered. Wish I had a more knowledgeable sounding response, but the truth is the truth!

Loving Annie said...

Beautiful poem, Lynilu. I like how you write - it makes the wind come alive... I can hear it, feel it, see it as you describe it -- and am almost 'there' emotionally.

Lynilu said...

Annie - Oh, thank you. That comment means a lot to me. I want the poem to "breathe." Glad you stopped by.

my said...

I become the wind in your poem when I read it...

Lynilu said...

My - I'm so happy to hear from you. Be the wind ... I think that makes you free.