I've survived two
Lili and Isidore,
But now the sun is shining,
And I'm ready to roar!
© Peg Amond
5. Leise by ingeborg carsten-miller
weckt müde Blätter
im frühen LIcht
A soft wind
plays along gently
with the early morning,
awakens tired leaves
from night grounds,
in the light
© 1994 Ingeborg Carsten-Miller
from 'Northern Lights'
6. Wind Call by Duncan Earle
By the time hurricanes get to the desert
they toss up fall dust in summer's waning gaze
scatters of blood-soaked popcorn skies
surfing somewhere beyond this rock pass
carried on the wheezing, puffy last winds
of muscle once category two or three
inspiring abandonment of coastlines
now banks of bluster thinned to whisps
the dregs of moisture at midcontinent
dancing with ocotillos, dust devils
to tell us the sun has surrendered
alert us to the invitation from the Gulf
to tickle the Canadian blow-back
into swallowing up autumn
before its got land legs
and the sundown Magritte moment
gusts uncertain where to turn
like sea spray on stony gray
into a darkening horizon
© duncan earle
7. That Johnbrown Texas Wind by Deena Hardin
That johnbrown Texas wind!
my grandfather would say-
this wind, it blows away my words,
renders me mute, confused,
solitary, mumbling soundlessly
on an arid plain swirling in dust.
Trees around me bend from its force,
never straighten again.
And the world turns, groans.
I hear it even over the wind.
Drinking a glass of water
makes me feel like I'm drowning.
Out in the distance: gnarled live oaks,
squatty scrub oaks, beavertail cactus.
But no water.
The water is salvation,
which doesn't seem to come,
no matter the storm clouds, the wind.
A zigzag of lightning hisses down
and a huge limb hits the ground-
there are stairs to an altar
where there can be no stairs,
familiar face that resembles a priest,
nagging taste of port and bread.
This valley, this damned valley-
how did these people anger God
into this johnbrown wind and no water?
And how much of this wind's wailing
is a pack of lies?
© Deena Hardin
8. They Call the Wind Maria by Dillon McKinsey
They call the wind Maria and she whistles through my soul
Like the dusty gusts of Yucca Flats and the glint of broken coal.
There are things you see that can't be seen, not with the naked eye,
Like the saffron on the sunset's tongue, or angels in the sky.
So blow sweet wind like piper's breath across my reeded dreams
And fill me with the melody of other worldly schemes,
Where life is all a wish could be, if dreams come true at all,
As sweet Maria kisses me, and plants the seeds of Fall.
© Dillon McKinsey
9. SoCali Haiku (Based Upon A True Story) by Meredith Karen Laskow
Santa Ana winds:
Forty avocados fall.
© 2001 Meredith Karen Laskow
10. Heart Song by Lehua Lin
A wayward wind has stirred my heart like leaves upon a branch.
A gentle breeze swept through my heart and captured it away.
So now my heart is tossed about like waves on the ocean,
for who can tell the heights we'll scale before it passes me.
And I...just like the boughs that bend as winds pass through them
cannot hold back the passions stirred by restless winds as these.
Though in the end, when wayward winds no longer stir the leaves...
my heart will still recall the thrill this wind of passion leaves.
© Lehua Lin
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