The wind has no compass
It knows not where it goes
But blows clouds of all colours
And autumn leaves along the ground.
You cannot see it, only feel
Its summer warmth or suffer
Its winter's rebuke. Even trees
Obey or submit to its anger.
It wanders a lonely path, but
When it's angry nothing can
Stop its fury. Only tall sailing ships
Have harnessed its power.
The moon looks down at the wind
With a monotonous languor and
Without fear as it cast its light on
Deep rolling wind swept waves.
So powerfully and yet beautifully described! .. Very heart felt! ..
Wow truly amazing imagery and feel within this poem! .. Definite Definite 5 Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++
Beautiful and insightful, a marvelous description of the wind. An inspiring write!
Wonderful poem. Reminds us of Shelley. Truly of a class apart. Let me quote my fav lines " feel Its summer warmth or suffer Its winter's rebuke"
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A force of natures powers that brings no pleasure. A great poem David.